Allan Olsen — I Den By Jeg Kommer Fra song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "I Den By Jeg Kommer Fra" by Allan Olsen.
Lyrics
I et gulligt skær af sten og grus
Vågner verden op til sin morgengus
Spørg ikke om lyd — her høres ingenting
Kun præsten der lader vandet gå
Ned i døbefonden før dagens dåb
Og så trisser han pietistisk omkring
Han tænder et lys og klør sig lidt
Repeterer den tekst han har forberedt
De første og de faste er på vej
Og på parkeringspladsen udenfor
Holder vinden fast i sit efterår
En hanhund strejfer herreløs omkring
Den standser op og snuser lidt
Pisser på præstens Opel Kadet — så fri
Og så tæt på Vorherre som aldrig før
En almindelig formiddag
I den by jeg kommer fra
I et mørkt kvarter et stykke her fra
Hvor ingen forventer forandring mere
Er der fred og ro fra frelsen ovenfra
Der høres ingen kirkeklokker her
De har ingen magt ved de døves dør
Og i modsat fald er der lydtæt indenfor
Hvor de første gæster fra i dag
Er de sidste fra i aftes af
Fordi de simpelthen aldrig når hjem
Og hvor de blå gardiner skærmer for
Et barn der vinker til sin mor
Men osse skujler minder om engang
Da der var chancer nok at ta'
I den by jeg kommer fra
Og ved havnens mørke vintervand
Mødes fjenderne mand mod mand
I et endegyldigt favntag med frygt og håb
Er du tæt nok på høres nævers klask
Er du længere væk kun et sidste pladask
Da de trækker hinanden ud i et sidste fald
I de spildte kræfters tarv
Somom dumhed går i arv
Konsekvensen preller af
I den by jeg kommer fra
Og avisen sladrer bag sit glas
Stadig sort og våd af fotosats
I sit nyhedsskab ved Andersen’s Kapel
Som et gravskrift uden Memory
Slår den fast at endnu et liv er forbi
For den har nok i at måle tiden mod sig selv
En sluttet ring holder aldrig op
En fjorten års pige ønsker moren’s krop
Mens moren ønsker sig ung som sin datter igen
De venter blindt på næste træk
Men bliver ved jorden af højdeskræk
Parat til at dø for kedsomhedens skyld
Er det det eneste de kan
I den by de kommer fra
Lyrics translation
In a yellowish tinge of stone and gravel
Waking the world up to its dawn
Do not ask for sound — here nothing is heard
Only the priest who lets the water go
Down in the baptismal fund before today's baptism
And then he's pietizing around
He turns on a light and itches a little
Reviewing the text he has prepared
The first and the regulars are on their way
And in the parking lot outside
Does the wind hold on to its fall
A male dog roams the stray
It stops and sniffs a little
Pissing on the priest's Opel Cadet - so free
And as close to our Lord as never before
A regular morning
In the city I come from
In a dark neighborhood from here
Where no one expects change anymore
Is there peace and quiet from salvation from above
No church bells are heard here
They have no power at the door of the deaf
And otherwise, there is soundproofness inside
Where the first guests from today
Are the last ones from last night
Because they simply never reach home
And where the blue curtains screen for
A child waving to his mother
But also skujler recalls once
When there were chances enough to take'
In the city I come from
And at the harbor's dark winter water
Meet the enemies man against Man
In a final embrace of fear and hope
Are you close enough the clatter of your fists is heard
Are you further away just one last head over heels
As they pull each other out in one last fall
In the best interests of the wasted forces
As if stupidity is inherited
The consequence bounces off
In the city I come from
And the paper snitches behind his glass
Still black and wet by fotosats
In his news Cabinet at Andersen's Chapel
As an epitaph without Memory
Does it make it clear that another life is over
Because it has enough to measure time against itself
A closed ring never stops
A fourteen year old girl wants mom's body
While the mother wants herself young as her daughter again
They are blindly waiting for the next move
But stay by the ground with acrophobia
Ready to die for boredom
Is that all they can do
In the city they come from