Pede B — Beskyttergen song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Beskyttergen" by Pede B.
Lyrics
Moren lægger røret på og græder lidt
Kigger ud af vinduet med et alt for bange blik
Har snakket med pansere, men de forsvarer dem ik'
Og familien kommer først, så det her er blevet et mareridt
Sønnen undrer sig, så far bliver spurgt
«Far, hvorfor græder mor, er det noget jeg har gjort?»
For verden er så larmende og stor
Når man er 7 år, og stadig ik' har brændt sine broer
Han svarer «Der' nogen der så lidt kan li' din far
At du skal ringe til politiet hvis de viser sig
Derudover må du ik' åbne døren for nogen
Som du ik' kan genkende gennem dørspionen»
Og sønnen er forvirret, for hvem var de vrede mennesker
Men glemmer indtil det sker igen et par dage efter
Gråd igen, og verden virker atter større
Drengen har ondt I maven, han ved ik' hvad han skal gøre
For det gør ondt når man ik' kan hjælpe
Tankerne er ik' bekvemme, nærmere pis' betændte
Men det' fastelavn, han smiler og viser tænderne
Møder op I kostume og griner sammen med vennerne
For han ka' ik' forklare det
Så når de har slået på tønden vikler han boldtræet ind I sin jakke
Lægger det bag reolen I entréen på sit barndomshjem
Han vil ku' gøre noget hvis de truer mor og far igen
Bare kom
Jeg føler at de kigger på mig
Hver gang mine øjne lukker
Ved ik' om I ka' forstå mig
Træd varsomt, homie du ka' bare komme
Suger røg ned I mine lunger
Mens stemmerne forstummer
Ved ik' om I ka' forstå mig
Men jeg bløder før mine venner bløder
Jeg hører bank på min dør
Jeg træder frem og jeg spør'
Hvem det er jeg kan høre
Han siger «det' bare mig»
Jeg genkender den stem'
Ved godt det' min ven
Lukker ham ind I mit hjem
Siger han har kvajet sig
Han har fucket rundt
Så nu' der et bundt
Drenge der vil ham ondt
De leger fangeleg
Og det var bare dråben
Så han vil skaffe et våben
Som han ka' pege på dem
Jeg råber straks nej
Lad nu være at gøre noget du fortryder
Som at få noget der skyder, og pege det på en forbryder
Du ved jo godt at våben betyder
At indsatsen flyver I vejret, hvor dumt det end lyder
Men tingene står rimelig klart for han er desperat
På nippet til at gøre noget dumt I en fart
Sætter ham ned, han kæderyger noller
Mens han tæller og folder de sidste penge fra hans bukselommer
Der' få muligheder, for han er ude og skide
Det' udlandet, konfrontation eller politiet
Og sidste udvej er lig med problemer
For bliver han stemplet som stikker får han klippet sine fingre
Og han gider ik' bli' brændemærket
Så det' konfrontation eller flugten over plankeværket
Han er ik' badboy, bare ude hvor han ik' ka' bunde
Efter et par beslutninger der var rimelig dumme
Så jeg giver ham et kram, ingen af os siger noget
Vil gerne ændre scenen, men chancen den er forbigået
Gi’r ham alle mine kontanter og ser knægten løbe
Mens han stadig er ét enkelt stykke, hvisker held og lykke
Lyrics translation
Mom's gonna hang up and cry a little
Looking out the window with an overly frightened look
Have talked to cops, but they do not defend them'
And the family comes first, so this has become a nightmare
The son wonders, so dad is asked
"Dad, why is mom crying, is this something I've done?»
Because the world is so noisy and big
When you're 7 years old and still haven't burned your bridges
He answers " there's someone who so little likes your father
That you should call the police if they show up
In addition, do not open the door to anyone
Which you can't recognize through the door spy»
And the son is confused, for whom were the angry people
But forget until it happens again a few days after
Crying again, and the world seems bigger
The boy has a stomach ache, he doesn't know what to do
Because it hurts when you can't help
Thoughts are not comfortable, more like bullshit
But the ' Mardi Gras, he smiles and shows his teeth
Show up in costume and laugh with friends
Because he can't explain it
Then when they hit the barrel he wraps the bat into his jacket
Put it behind the bookcase in the entrance of his childhood home
He'll do anything if they threaten mom and dad again
Just come
I feel like they're looking at me
Every time my eyes close
Don't know if you can understand me
Be careful, homie, you can come
Sucking smoke down my lungs
While the voices are silenced
Don't know if you can understand me
But I'm bleeding before my friends bleed
I hear knocking on my door
I step forward and I ask'
Who am I hearing
He says ' it ' just me»
I recognize that vote'
Know it ' my friend
Let him into my home
Says he screwed up
He's been fucking around
So now there's a bundle
Boys who want him hurt
They're playing prison games
And that's all
So he wants to get a weapon
As he can point to them
I immediately shout No
Don't do anything you regret
Like getting something that shoots and pointing it at a criminal
You know weapons mean
That the stakes fly in the air, however silly that may sound
But things are pretty clear because he's desperate
On the verge of doing something stupid in a hurry
Puts him down, he chainsaws noller
While he counts and folds the last money from his pants pockets
There's few options, ' cause he's out there fucking
It ' abroad, confrontation or police
And last resort equals trouble
Because if he gets branded as a rat he gets his fingers cut
And he won't be branded
So it ' confrontation or escape over the plank plant
He's not badboy, just out where he can't stand
After a few decisions that were reasonably stupid
So I give him a hug, none of us say anything
Would like to change the scene, but the chance it has passed over
Give him all my cash and watch the kid run
While he is still a single piece, whispers good luck