Translation of the song lyrics Proletar (Hvor Jeg Står) - Suspekt

Proletar (Hvor Jeg Står) (original)

Det her, det vil lave om på alt.
Det her er begyndelsen til en ny tid
Så kommer man hjem og finder en kone, der har fået eget hus
Jeg havde ellers tænkt mig at leve og dø som proletar
Hvad er en proletar?
Nej, det har mor vel ikke lært dig.
Det er en der ikke ejer noget
Jeg kan mærke en stigende trang til at flå huden af
Og vende lortet på vrangen for ikk' at strande som en ussel karl
Mellem folk badet i remoulade og pomfritter
Forstadens glitter og glamour blandet med dårlige snitter
Træt af at servere de riges røv med luksusvarer
Eller lange bøffer over grillen til en muggen skar'
Af farlige folk, der åbenbart er ligeså brugt som mig
Med nul tolerance gemt i ærmet og en duft af nar
Proletar, med det samme træningssæt som konen har
Fodbold-far går gennem beton-ørkenen som en dromedar
Hjem til jordhulen og forbi bulen med vennerne
Ind fra kulden tilbage til livet, så vi glemmer det
For røgen ligger sig tykt I bunden af lungerne
Og spreder sig i systemet, så vi ikk' ka' mærk', vi' hungrende
Vader gennem tågerne til lyden af skrig fra mågerne
Og håber, det' sidste gang, jeg går i sko, der' slidt til sålerne
Men glem mig, fuck it, jeg klarer det fint indtil videre
For folk som os bli’r ved at lede i blinde efter bedre tider
Skubber slæder, selvom vi ved, at vi ikk' har penge til det
For ligeså snart vi har bare lidt, skal hele verden se det
(Hey) Det' det samme folk de stirrer (på-på)
Men jeg har intet at sige (for)
Hver gang jeg tror, folk de har ændret sig lidt
Er der ikk' noget nyt, for det er stadig det sam', der hvor jeg står
(Hey) Det' det samme folk de stirrer (på-på)
Men jeg har intet at sige (for)
Hver gang jeg tror, folk de har ændret sig lidt
Er der ikk' noget nyt, for det er stadig det sam', der hvor jeg står
Der, hvor jeg kommer fra, er det tætheden, der binder lortet sammen
Brødre der bringer skam og bli’r set på som lortet i faldstammen
Fordi I bøsser ikk' kan det sam'
Og på ingen måde har noget at gøre med den fucking målgruppe, vi prøver at ram'
Yep, jeg er fra Albertslund, din lorteluder
En af gutterne I elsker at tale dårligt om og samtidigt får din hverdag til at
smuldre
Det samfundslag, der I jeres verden, ikk' eksisterer
Røvhullerne jeres afkom for guds skyld aldrig må imitere
Og af samme grund gør det, fordi lortet er fucking interessant
For mit liv, modsat dit lorte liv, virker pludselig interessant
Så I kan ta' jeres lykke og idyl og stikke den op i ass’en
Har ikke mistet besindelsen, bare bundærlig og fucking rasende
Men glem mig, fuck it, jeg klarer det fint indtil videre
For folk som os bli’r ved at lede i blinde efter bedre tider
Skubber slæder, selvom vi ved, at vi ikk' har penge til det
For ligeså snart vi har bare lidt, skal hele verden se det
(Hey) Det' det samme folk de stirrer (på-på)
Men jeg har intet at sige (for)
Hver gang jeg tror, folk de har ændret sig lidt
Er der ikk' noget nyt, for det er stadig det sam', der hvor jeg står
(Hey) Det' det samme folk de stirrer (på-på)
Men jeg har intet at sige (for)
Hver gang jeg tror, folk de har ændret sig lidt
Er der ikk' noget nyt, for det er stadig det sam', der hvor jeg står
(Hey) Det' det samme folk de stirrer (på-på)
Men jeg har intet at sige (for)
Hver gang jeg tror, folk de har ændret sig lidt
Er der ikk' noget nyt, for det er stadig det sam', der hvor jeg står
Hey-hey, hey-hey
Hey-hey, hey
Hey-hey, hey-hey
Hey-hey, hey

(translation)

This, it will change everything.
This is the beginning of a new era
Then you come home and find a wife who has got her own house
I would otherwise have intended to live and die as a proletarian
What is a proletarian?
No, Mom probably did not teach you that.
It's someone who owns nothing
I can feel an increasing urge to peel the skin off
And turn the shit upside down so as not to be stranded like a wretched man
Between people bathed in remoulade and french fries
Suburban glitter and glamor mixed with bad cuts
Tired of serving the rich's ass with luxury goods
Or long steaks over the grill for a musty cut '
By dangerous people who are obviously just as used as me
With zero tolerance tucked in the sleeve and a scent of nar
Proletar, with the same training set as the wife has
Soccer Dad walks through the concrete desert like a dromedary
Home to the earth cave and past the bulge with friends
In from the cold back to life so we forget it
Because the smoke is thick at the base of the lungs
And spreads in the system, so we do not 'ka' feel ', we' hungry
Wading through the mists to the sound of screams from the seagulls
And hope it's the last time I walk in shoes that 'worn to the soles
But forget me, fuck it, I'm fine so far
For people like us keep looking for better times
Pushing sleds, even though we know we do not have the money for it
For as soon as we have just a little, the whole world must see it
(Hey) It's the same people they stare at (on-on)
But I have nothing to say (for)
Every time I think people they have changed a little
Is there nothing new, because it is still the same 'where I stand
(Hey) It's the same people they stare at (on-on)
But I have nothing to say (for)
Every time I think people they have changed a little
Is there nothing new, because it is still the same 'where I stand
Where I come from, it's the density that binds the shit together
Brothers who bring shame and are seen as shit in the trunk
Because you gays do not 'can it together'
And in no way has anything to do with the fucking target audience we're trying to hit '
Yep, I'm from Albertslund, you bastard
One of the guys you love to talk bad about and at the same time make your everyday life
crumble
The layer of society in your world does not exist
The assholes your offspring for god's sake must never imitate
And for the same reason, do it because the shit is fucking interesting
For my life, as opposed to your shitty life, suddenly seems interesting
So you can take your happiness and idyll and stick it up in your ass
Have not lost my temper, just bottomless and fucking furious
But forget me, fuck it, I'm fine so far
For people like us keep looking for better times
Pushing sleds, even though we know we do not have the money for it
For as soon as we have just a little, the whole world must see it
(Hey) It's the same people they stare at (on-on)
But I have nothing to say (for)
Every time I think people they have changed a little
Is there nothing new, because it is still the same 'where I stand
(Hey) It's the same people they stare at (on-on)
But I have nothing to say (for)
Every time I think people they have changed a little
Is there nothing new, because it is still the same 'where I stand
(Hey) It's the same people they stare at (on-on)
But I have nothing to say (for)
Every time I think people they have changed a little
Is there nothing new, because it is still the same 'where I stand
Hey-hey, hey-hey
Hey-hey, hey
Hey-hey, hey-hey
Hey-hey, hey