Pede B — Farvel song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Farvel" by Pede B.
Lyrics
Han hedder Pelle, og han sidder der, pligtskyldig
Selvom han synes foretagendet virker ligegyldigt
Flyder ned i en af de hårde kirkebænke
Skrig og skrål omkring ham så højt at han næsten ik' kan tænke
Her er situationen fra hans perspektiv
Den er sær og mildest talt lidt svær at beskrive
En person der stod ham nær ku' desværre ik' blive i den her verden
Så nu' han videre imod det næste liv
Og et kig rundt her fortæller nu Pelle
At der' regler for hvordan man si’r farvel til et menneske
Personen der ik' er her nu, han ku' godt li' rapmusik
Nu synger de salmer i et rum med dårlig akustik
Hvorfor alle rutinerne
Det må da have en årsag
Måske tradition, måske mangel på bedre forslag
Pelle kan huske personen sagde for år tilbage
Han ik' gav en fuck for blomster, men det' hvad han får i dag
Ved et alter, salmer
Hvad har det at gøre med personen man faktisk ku' snak' med lige før
Han var ik' kristen, mente der var noget større
Men troede kun fast på ting man ku' ræk' frem og røre
Der' helt sikkert noget der ikke svinger
Når han ligger der og stener til Steen Steensen Blicher
Gider ik' hidse sig op, selvom det' nemt at bli'
Så han lukker øjnene i og tæller til ti
Og da han når til femte tal, hører han en stemme kalde
Der gør han overrasket spærrer øjnene op og glemmer alt
Han kigger rundt, og tror et splitsekund
Han hører en bestemt stemme, men tænker det ville være pissedumt
Så han lukker igen øjnene og slapper af
Prøver at lukke verden ude og læner sig tilbage
Men det næste han ser ved det store alter
Er dagens hovedperson, han ka' ik' tro på det passer
Så han skriger hans navn, men ingen hører det
Som om de alle bare vælger at lukke ørerne
Han tænker
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)
For han ka' ik' tro det han observer'
For hele scenariet er bare for underligt
Personen går ned fra alteret, og ta’r de få skridt
Mod Pelle, smiler som en fotomodel
Siger «Tak fordi du kom til det store farvel»
Og Pelle ka' kun tænke
Det her er umuligt
Men så melder 100 spørgsmål sig hurtigt
Hvor' du nu, hvordan er der på den anden side
«Pelle, alle de ting skal du nok få at vide i tide
Jeg ville ønske vi ku' mødes i en anden sammenhæng
Men det var åbenbart min tur til at bli' fragtet hjem»
Lige der ka' Pelle ik' skjule sin forargelse
Over den her pisse-upersonlige begravelse
Der' ik' noget af det her shit som jeg ku' ønske mig
Det' som om de her mennesker slet ikke har mødt dig
Jeg kan nærmest ik' kontrollere mine følelser
Når jeg ser hvordan det her arrangement forløber
Fucking bøsser, skal det være hvad du efterlod
Efter alle dine leve-år på den her klode
Det' som om at
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)
«Men så' det dig med problemet, ik' folkene her
Det her er ik' mit eftermæle, det' bare en epilog
Folk vil ik' huske mig sådan, det må du ikke tro
De har brug for at sige farvel for at ku' få indre ro
Der findes idéer her der er pisse gode»
Men det her har ik' noget at gøre med din levemåde
«Prøv at hør, du ka' ik' gøre eller skrive noget
Der ka' opridse de ting jeg har nået
Prøver bare at sige, der' ik' en rigtig eller en forkert måde
Folk er forvirrede og handler derefter
La' nu vær' at dømme dem som latterlige mennesker
Hvis de vil sige farvel sådan her, så la' dem
Begrav mig i dag, og drik grav-øl hele natten»
Okay, så det du mener er ligefrem
At det eneste rigtig vigtige er at du får sagt farvel for sidste gang
«Det var det eneste jeg havde af forventninger
Til dagen hvor folk skulle sige farvel til mig
Så tak fordi du kom
Vi ses igen min ven»
Og på et sekund er skikkelsen væk igen
Arrangementet er slut, og til en stille sang
Snegler hele selskabet sig ud af kirkens gang
Pelle sidder der et minut eller to
Og ka' ik' tro hvad han så, men føler sig fyldt med ro
Han tænker
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)
Si’r farvel min ven
Og skrider hjem igen
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)
Lyrics translation
His name is Pelle, and he's sitting there, dutiful
Even if he thinks the operation doesn't matter
Floating down in one of the hard church benches
Scream and rant around him so loudly that he can hardly think
Here's the situation from his perspective
It's weird and a little hard to describe to say the least
I'm afraid someone close to him couldn't stay in this world
So now he's moving on towards the next life
And a look around here now tells Pelle
That there are rules on how to say goodbye to a person
The person who's not here now, he liked rap music
Now they sing hymns in a room with poor acoustics
Why all the routines
It must have a reason
Maybe tradition, maybe lack of better suggestions
Pelle remembers the person said years ago
He didn't give a fuck for flowers, but it ' what he gets today
At an altar, Psalms
What does it have to do with the person you actually could' talk' with just before
He wasn't a Christian, thought there was something bigger
But believed only firmly in things you could reach out and touch
There's definitely something that doesn't swing
When he lies there stoning to Steen Steensen Blicher
Don't want to get excited, even though it's easy to stay
So he closes his eyes and counts to ten
And when he reaches the fifth number, he hears a voice calling
There he makes surprised opens his eyes and forgets everything
He looks around and thinks for a split second
He hears a certain voice, but thinks it would be fucking stupid
So he again closes his eyes and relaxes
Trying to shut the world out and lean back
But the next thing he sees at the Great Altar
Is today's protagonist, he can't believe it fits
So he screams his name, but no one hears it
As if they all just choose to close their ears
He's thinking
(No one sees the same as I see)
Because he can't believe what he's observing
Because the whole scenario is just too weird
The person goes down from the altar and takes the few steps
Towards Pelle, smiling like a fashion model
Says " Thank you for coming to the big goodbye»
And Pelle can only think
This is impossible
But then 100 questions come up quickly
Where ' you now, how is that on the other side
"Pelle, all these things you'll know in time
I wish we could meet in a different context
But apparently it was my turn to be shipped home»
Right there, Pelle can't hide her outrage
Over this fucking impersonal funeral
There's none of this shit that I could wish for
It's like these people haven't even met you
I can't control my feelings
When I see how this arrangement is going
Fucking gays, should that be what you left behind
After all your years of living on this planet
It' as if that
(No one sees the same as I see)
"But then you're the problem, aren't you the people here
This isn't my legacy, it's just an epilogue
People won't remember me like that, you can't believe that
They need to say goodbye to get inner peace
There are ideas here that are fucking good»
But this doesn't have anything to do with your way of life
"Look, you can't do anything or write anything
There can outline the things I've reached
Just trying to say there's not a right or a wrong way
People are confused and then act
Don't judge them like ridiculous people
If you want to say goodbye like this, let them
Bury me today and drink grave beer all night»
Okay, so what you mean is straightforward
That the only really important thing is that you get to say goodbye for the last time
"It was all I had of expectations
For the day when people had to say goodbye to me
So thank you for coming
See you again my friend»
And in one second the figure is gone again
The event is over, and for a quiet song
Does the whole company sneak out of the church aisle
Pelle's sitting there for a minute or two
And can't believe what he saw, but feels filled with calm
He's thinking
(No one sees the same as I see)
Say ' r Goodbye My Friend
And progresses home again
(No one looks the same, as I see)