Peter Sommer — Flygtning song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Flygtning" by Peter Sommer.
Lyrics
Godt carmoufleret så ingen kunne se
Hvorfra han kom, hvor han skulle hen
Hvad han havde set
Uimponeret og proppet med savn
Giv det lidt tid, og giv det et navn
Giv det et navn
Her er en flygtning der kysser sit spor
En bortløben dreng, knuser sin mor
Hans arm tatoveret: «melankoli»
Det gjorde ham så ondt, det lod ham så kold
Mindernes vold
Velinstrueret af en hård instruktør
Som kun laver film hvor helten han dør
Hvor helten han dør
Her er en flygtning der kysser sit spor
Her er en flygtning der kysser sit spor
En bortløben dreng, knuser sin mor
Lyrics translation
Well carmoufleret so that no one could see
From where he came, where he was going
What he had seen
Unimpressed and crammed with
Give it some time, and give it a name
Give it a name
Here's a fugitive kissing his trail
A runaway boy crushes his mother
His arm tattooed: "melancholy»
It hurt him so bad, it let him so cold
The violence of memories
Well directed by a hard instructor
Who only makes movies where the hero he dies
Where the hero he dies
Here's a fugitive kissing his trail
Here's a fugitive kissing his trail
A runaway boy crushes his mother