Lyrics of Amerika - Tv-2

Amerika (original)

Nå men, der gik jeg så en sommerdag og forsøgte at få lidt orden på mit liv
Ud af historien faldt et postkort fra en allerede overvundet tid
Afsenderadressen var Amerika, Seksogfirstres, Skanderborg
Det var vores første sted i livet, et liv der varede lige omkring et år
Vi boede til leje i et hus ved søen, mig og nogle stykker inde fra byen af
En dag så vi på et kort, at vores drømmeslot hed Amerika
Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand
Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det: At alting vender tilbage
Vi spurgte en mand fra egnen, hvorfor det hed Amerika
Han forsvandt ind i fortiden og vendte tøvende tilbage:
Engang for længe siden henne på den lokale kro
Var sognets landsbytosse håndfast blevet lagt til ro
Han vågnede og bad om ordet, stillede sig op på et bord og sagde:
Farvel, alle I skiderikker, nu tager jeg til Amerika
Om morgenen var han forsvundet, over isen var han gået
De fandt ham ude i jeres lade, længere var han ikke nået
Han hang og dinglede i et reb, han havde taget sig selv af dage
Siden dengang har folk kaldt stedet her for Amerika
Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand
Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det: At alting vender tilbage
Som tragedie, som farce, som soap, som opera, som postkort fra Amerika
Vi tog hinanden om livet og gik ud i laden næste nat
Månen fór henover himlen, vinden hylede som besat
Vi rykkede tættere sammen og udbragte så en skål
For alle de der trodser frygten og forfølger deres mål
Næste sommer skulle vi videre, hver vores vej og hver til sit
Jeg tænker tit på om I opdagede jeres Amerika, og om jeg nogensinde finder mit?
Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand
Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det: At alting vender tilbage
Som tragedie, som farce, som soap, som opera, som postkort fra Amerika

(translation)

Well, there I went one summer day and tried to get my life in order
Out of history fell a postcard from an already overcome time
The sender's address was Amerika, Seksogfirstres, Skanderborg
It was our first place in life, a life that lasted just about a year
We rented a house by the lake, me and some guys from the inner city
One day we saw on a map that our dream castle was called America
It is further away than you can reach with your mind
You have to take in the dreams to understand it: That everything will return
We asked a man from the area why it was called America
He disappeared into the past and returned hesitantly:
Once upon a time at the local inn
Had the village madman of the parish been firmly put to rest
He woke up and asked for the floor, stood up on a table and said:
Goodbye, all you skiers, now I'm going to America
In the morning he had disappeared, over the ice he had gone
They found him out in your barn, he had gone no further
He was hanging and dangling from a rope he had taken himself from days
Since then, people have called this place America
It is further away than you can reach with your mind
You have to take in the dreams to understand it: That everything will return
As tragedy, as farce, as soap, as opera, as postcards from America
We hugged each other and went out to the barn the next night
The moon moved across the sky, the wind howled as if possessed
We moved closer together and then shared a toast
For all those who defy fear and pursue their goals
Next summer we were to move on, each our way and each our own
I often wonder if you discovered your America and if I will ever find mine?
It is further away than you can reach with your mind
You have to take in the dreams to understand it: That everything will return
As tragedy, as farce, as soap, as opera, as postcards from America