Translation of the song lyrics Der Trænger Til At Blive Skovlet Noget Sne - Tv-2

Der Trænger Til At Blive Skovlet Noget Sne (original)

Det er nat og det stormer og hagler og sner
Og jeg indrømmer blankt, jeg ikke orker mere
Barometret er i bund og kreditorerne står klar
Der er et underskud på mindst tusind millibar
Det er længe siden og jeg husker ikke at
Jeg nogensinde har følt mig så urimelig forladt
Hvem har sagt at jeg var klar til det store kolde gys
Hvem har kappet forbindelsen mellem mørke og lys?
Der er masser af chancer, men uanset hvad du tror
Så kan du godt spare dig de dyre ord
Det er ryggen mod muren og selv den sjoveste replik
Kan intet stille op mod historiens komik
I enhver ordentlig popsang ville en pige træde ind
Og liste kærlige ord i mit forstyrrede sind
Svæve bort i en slowmotion filmfantasi
I en duft af paintbox og ny teknologi
Men der er larm på nettet, det er ren hvid støj
Og drømmen har søgt tilflugt under varmere himmelstrøg
Vingesuset efterlader ingen synlige spor
Kompassset står og blafrer omkring det iskolde nord
Der er masser af chancer, men uanset hvad du tror
Så kan du godt spare dig de dyre ord
Det er ryggen mod muren og selv den sjoveste replik
Kan intet stille op mod historiens komik
Og det hænger mig ud af halsen, jeg har gennemskuet alt
Det er for meget, det er for lidt, det er for ondt, det er for galt
Jeg anråber himlen og jeg sværger til Gud
Det var slet ikke sådan mit liv skulle se ud
Så er det at jeg endelig går nedenom og hjem
Og finder dig ventende igen og igen
Du siger ikke noget, men jeg kan se på dit blik
At der skal handles hurtigt før vi glider væk
Det er ikke særlig meget, men det er nogengange nok
Sådan at sidde og sige ingenting til solen den står op
I morgen blir til dag og jeg mener at kunne se
At der trænger til at blive skovlet noget sne…

Der Trænger Til At Blive Skovlet Noget Sne (translation)

It's night and it's storming and hailing and snowing
And I frankly admit, I can't take it anymore
The barometer is at the bottom and the creditors are ready
There is a deficit of at least a thousand millibars
It's been a long time and I don't remember that
I have never felt so unfairly abandoned
Who said I was ready for the big cold chill
Who has severed the connection between darkness and light?
There are plenty of chances, but whatever you think
Then you can save yourself the expensive words
It's the back against the wall and even the funniest line
Nothing can stand against the comedy of history
In any proper pop song, a girl would step in
And list loving words in my disturbed mind
Float away in a slow motion movie fantasy
In a scent of paintbox and new technology
But there is noise on the web, it is pure white noise
And the dream has taken refuge under warmer climes
The whir of the wings leaves no visible traces
The compass stands and flips around the icy north
There are plenty of chances, but whatever you think
Then you can save yourself the expensive words
It's the back against the wall and even the funniest line
Nothing can stand against the comedy of history
And it's hanging out of my neck, I've seen everything through
It's too much, it's too little, it's too bad, it's too crazy
I call upon the heavens and I swear to God
This was not how my life was supposed to be at all
Then it is that I finally go downstairs and home
And finds you waiting again and again
You don't say anything, but I can tell by your look
That action must be taken quickly before we slip away
It's not very much, but it's sometimes enough
Like sitting and saying nothing until the sun rises
Tomorrow will be day and I mean to be able to see
That some snow needs to be shoveled...