Per Vers — City Of Dreams song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "City Of Dreams" by Per Vers.
Lyrics
Navnet er P-E-R, yeah, V er mit initial
La' os spurte tilbage til 9−10-tallet, og kig på uret, nu' det digitalt
Der ka' du aflæse, vi går baglæns
Til da jeg var bette som en vinterpik
Selvbiografisk, har det på min harddisc
Klart for mit indre blik
Jeg var ik' et vakkert barn
Kort I toppen, langt nakkegarn
Høj I hatten som Napoleon
I timen, men ik' I skolegården
Indenfor I frikvarteret
Udenfor til fester
Man får ingen fisse
Hvis man bli’r kaldt «Fessor»
Er du rigtig klog? Så' du ikke rigtig cool
Du ska' være centerforward
Men jeg endte I forsvaret… På andetholdet
Som reserve, vi fik altid tæv
Dårlig nerve, men når jeg skrev
Stil I dansk, dér fik mit ego plads
Pil op ligesom Legolas
Og selvom jeg altid kom for sent om morgenen
Scorede jeg flere elvere end Aragorn
Men den boldgade er en blindgyde
Hvis det er respekt du vil indgyde
Hos de store, der røg og drak
Når man bare er højre back
Lisa rendte med venstre wing
Det' en kendsgerning, det' svært at ændre ting
Det' ikke New York, New York, min by si’r snork
Råb dit postnummer, hvis din by også slumrer
Tryk på snooze, drøm om høje huse
Og syng din blues til denne her
City of dreams, uden lyskryds, her' helt tystys
Så tavs at man får klaus
Hvis du ka' klare dig her… then you can make it anywhere
Pigerne fik former, vi fik flade
Til lade-bal lavede vi ballade
For man kommer lige lukt I Valhal
Hvis man dør af druk til halbal
Det troede vi da vi var halvvoksne
Jeg kiggede på da de prøvede alle drugs’ne
De sad og hørte Final Countdown
På vinyl I surround sound
Mens de røg tjald, ga' mig møgfald
Pissede på mine højttalere, dissede mit tøjvalg
For de gik med spændetrøje
Men jeg opfangede noget bag antennestøjen
Jeg ku' ikk' bare følge mængden
Jeg indstillede på bølgelængden
Og måtte skrue op, sad klistret som en sugekop
Til «DJ Soulshock» — «it's real hip hop»
«Hver mandag fra 19.15 til 20»
Så jeg trykkede på record rigtig hårdt
På kassettebånd, for det var før minidisc
Og jeg følte mig så innercity’sk
Dér slog et lyn ned:
Den må du vist længere ind til byen med!
Så samme uge som jeg fik min hue
Studentergave, hva' ku' du bruge
La' mig tænke lidt… hmmm…
Det ku' være kæmpefedt med et singlehit
Og en enkeltbillet hen til alt det spændende
For er der gang I den her, nænænænænæ!
Har det som en hamster I et dukkehus
Jeg må over broen ligesom Bukke Bruse
Ellers ender jeg I et fugtigt tugthus
På flugt, I en evig drukrus
Så jeg hasted' afsted
Det haster… la vista, baby!
Det her det var en bagklog dagbog fra en afkrog
Men nu er jeg nået til min outro
Dedikerer det til al' sønderjyder
Mønsterborgere, mønsterbrydere
Det ‘home sweet home, homie
Federe at besøge end at bo I
Men jeg' O.G., Original Gramster
Original, ikke en kopi
Lyrics translation
The name is P-E-R, yeah, V is my initial
La 'os spurte back to the 9-10 century, and look at the clock, now' it digitally
There you can read, We go backwards
For when I was bette like a winter cock
Autobiographical, has it on my hard drive
Clear to my mind
I wasn't a bad kid
Short at the top, long neck yarn
High in the hat like Napoleon
Per hour, but not in the schoolyard
Inside at recess
Outside at parties
You don't get any pussy
If you're called " Professor»
Are you crazy? So ' you're not really cool
You must be centerforward
But I ended up in defense andet on the second team
In reserve, we always got beat up
Bad nerve, but when I wrote
Style in Danish, there my ego got its place
Up arrow like Legolas
And although I always came late in the morning
Did I score more elves than Aragorn
But that ballgame is a dead end
If it's respect you want to instill
At the big ones who smoked and drank
When you're just right back
Lisa ran with the left wing
It' a fact, it ' hard to change things
It's not New York, New York, my town says snork
Shout your ZIP code if your city is also slumbering
Tap snooze, dream of tall houses
And Sing Your blues to this one
City of dreams, no traffic lights, here ' totally tystys
So silent that you get klaus
If you can make it here th then you can make it anywhere
The girls got shapes, we got flat
At Barn-bal we made trouble
Because you just get to Valhalla
If you die of drinking to halbal
We thought so when we were young
I watched as they tried all the drugs
They were listening to Final Countdown
On vinyl in surround sound
While they were smoking weed, go fuck yourself
Pissed on my speakers, these were my clothing choices
Because they wore a straitjacket
But I picked up something behind the antenna noise
I couldn't just follow the crowd
I tuned to the wavelength
And had to screw up, sat sticky like a sucker
To "DJ Soulshock — -" it's real hip hop»
"Every Monday from 19.15 to 20»
So I pressed record really hard
On cassette tapes, because that was before minidisc
And I felt so innercity’sk
There a lightning struck:
I think you're gonna have to take that further into town!
So the same week I got my hat
Student Gift, what could you use
Let me think a little H hmmm…
It could be great with a singlehit
And a one way ticket to all the exciting stuff
'Cause this thing's going on, now!
Have it like a hamster in a doll house
I have to cross the bridge like Bucks showering
Otherwise I end up in a damp house of discipline
On the run, in an eternal drunken stupor
So I rushed' away
It's urgent la la vista, baby!
This was a backlog diary from a corner
But now I have reached my outro
Dedicating it to al ' sønderjyder
Model citizens, pattern breakers
It's home sweet Home, homie
Fatter to visit than to live in
But I ' O.G. Original Gramster
Original, not a copy