Danser Med Drenge — Rejs dig op og kom videre song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Rejs dig op og kom videre" by Danser Med Drenge.
Lyrics
Jeg gik & hang med mit hoved
For hele lortet gik ned
En lang dum periode
Var jeg den forfulgte uskyldighed
En aften lå jeg & krammed' min pude
Jeg ku' ikke klare det mer'
Jeg tænkte: Gud, hvis du er derude
Så ta' & hjælp mig — af med det her
Jeg vågned op med et sæt inde i banken
Jeg sku' vist ha' hævet en check
Der sad en person ved skranken
Med stort cykelstyr overskæg — han sagde:
«Rejs dig op & kom videre
La' nu vær at ha ondt af dig selv
Glem de dårlige tider — for det nytter ik' alligevel
Jeg bli’r så træt hvergang jeg hører —
Om selvmedlidenhed i de folk
Jeg selv har skabt
Rejs dig op & kom videre
Ellers er det sgu da lidt for slapt»
Jeg stod lammet & gloede
Han skar det helt ud i pap
Jeg gik ellers lige & troede
At Gud ku' ha' hjulpet — men han var sgu skrap
Han sagde: Ta' og lad vær' at vær' pivet
Du ved jo hva jeg vil svar'
Du er skabt til at nyde livet
Så gå hjem og ryg en go' cigar
«Rejs dig op & kom videre
La' nu vær at ha ondt af dig selv
Glem de dårlige tider
Det nytter ik' alligevel
Jeg bli’r så træt hvergang jeg hører —
Om selvmedlidenheden i folk
Den har fanden skabt
Rejs dig op & kom videre
Ellers er det sgu da lidt for slapt»
Så tog han mig blidt om mit håndled
Og kiggede ind i min sjæl
Han sagde: «Livet bli’r godt når du husker
At der er en verden udenfor dig selv»
Så husker jeg ikke mere
Men siden har jeg haft det fedt
Det' muligt han ik' eksisterer
Men derfor ka' han sgu da godt ha' ret
Så Rejs dig op og kom videre …
Lyrics translation
I went & hung with my head
Because the whole shit went down
A long stupid period
Was I the persecuted innocence
One evening I lay & hugged ' my pillow
I couldn't take it anymore
I thought: God, if you're out there
So take & help me — get rid of this
I woke up with a set inside the bank
I think I should have lifted a check
There was a person sitting at the counter
With large handlebar mustache - he said:
"Get up & move on
Don't feel sorry for yourself
Forget the bad times — because it's no use anyway
I get so tired every time I hear —
About self pity in the people
I myself have created
Get up & move on
Otherwise it's a little too slow»
I stood paralyzed & glared
He made it clear
I went otherwise just & thought
That God could have helped — but he was fucking tough
He said, " Don't be squeamish
You know what I want answers'
You are created to enjoy life
Then go home and smoke a good cigar
"Get up & move on
Don't feel sorry for yourself
Forget the bad times
It's no use anyway
I get so tired every time I hear —
About self-pity in people
The devil made it
Get up & move on
Otherwise it's a little too slow»
Then he gently took me around my wrist
And looked into my soul
He said: "Life will be good when you remember
That there is a world outside yourself»
Then I don't remember anymore
But since then I've had a great time
It's possible he doesn't exist
But that's why he's damn right
So get up and move on …