Shaka Loveless — Gør Din Ting song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Gør Din Ting" by Shaka Loveless.
Lyrics
De sagde at han ikke kunne noget, ikke rigtigt bruges til at vidergi'
De ting som jakkesæt og gyldne ure, de ska' vaskes i
Han var en sjælden dreng, han fyldte op i klassen
De smed ham ud, for han var for speciel til dem
Han tog to skridt frem, når de sagde, «Stop»
Og han rykked' ikk' en tomme, når de gik i flok
Folk i byen så så skævt, at de fik piskesmæld
Drengen fik så mange tæsk, fordi han tænkte selv
For I kender ham ikk'
Og snart vil deres ører bløde
Ja, for hævnen den bli’r sød musik
Og når han spiller, må de grumme løbe
Så gå dreng, gør din ting
Syng til solen den står op igen
Gå dreng, gør din ting
For din stemme den er ild for dem
Så la' dem gemme dig
De andre børn de så ham ikk', hvorfor sku' de også det?
De havde jo deres eget liv, og de var faktisk glade for det
Far han drak for meget, mor var aldrig rigtig nok
Hun misted' ligesom lysten, alt imens hun så ham vokse op
Hun taber vel uden ord og hans far gik ned
Der var ingen kære mor, drengen blev sendt afsted
Systemet sagde at han ikke kunne noget
Men gør din ting, dreng, syng og spræng den båd
For I kender ham ikk'
Og snart vil deres ører bløde
Ja, for hævnen den bli’r sød musik
Og når han spiller, må de grumme løbe
Så gå dreng, gør din ting
Syng til solen den står op igen
Gå dreng, gør din ting
For din stemme den er ild for dem
Så la' dem gemme dig
La' dem gemme dig
Ååh, la' dem gemme dig
Ja, la' dem gemme dig
For I kender ham ikk'
Og snart vil deres ører bløde
Ja, for hævnen den bli’r sød musik
Og når han spiller, må de grumme løbe
Så gå dreng, gør din ting
Syng til solen den står op igen
Gå dreng, gør din ting
For din stemme den er ild for dem
Så la' dem gemme dig
La' dem gemme dig
Ååh, la' dem gemme dig
Ja, la' dem gemme dig
Lyrics translation
They said that he could not do anything, not really used to show energy'
The things like suits and golden watches they have to be washed in
He was a rare boy, he filled up in class
They threw him out because he was too special for them
He took two steps forward when they said, " Stop»
And he jerked' not an inch when they went in bunch
People in town looked so Crooked they got whiplash
The boy got so beat up because he thought for himself
Because you don't know him
And soon their ears will bleed
Yeah, for revenge, it's gonna be nice music
And when he plays, they must grim run
So go boy, do your thing
Sing to the sun it rises again
Go boy, do your thing
For your voice it's fire for them
Then let them hide
The other kids they didn't see him, why would they?
After all, they had their own lives, and they were actually happy about it
Dad he drank too much, mom was never really enough
She lost ' like the desire, all the while she watched him grow up
I guess she loses without words and his father went down
There was no dear mother, the boy was sent off
The system said he couldn't do anything
But do your thing, boy, sing and blow that boat
Because you don't know him
And soon their ears will bleed
Yeah, for revenge, it's gonna be nice music
And when he plays, they must grim run
So go boy, do your thing
Sing to the sun it rises again
Go boy, do your thing
For your voice it's fire for them
Then let them hide
Let them hide
Oh, let them hide
Yeah, let them hide
Because you don't know him
And soon their ears will bleed
Yeah, for revenge, it's gonna be nice music
And when he plays, they must grim run
So go boy, do your thing
Sing to the sun it rises again
Go boy, do your thing
For your voice it's fire for them
Then let them hide
Let them hide
Oh, let them hide
Yeah, let them hide