Undskyld (live Roskilde Festival 2011) - L.O.C. Übersetzung ins Englische

Undskyld (live Roskilde Festival 2011)

I starten gjorde det ik noget,
At klokken blev fem,
Næste eftermiddag før jeg kom hjem,
Du kommenterede ikke engang duften,
Af fremmed kvinde parfume der lå sig tungt i luften,
Troede du seriøst kun at jeg havde dig,
Eller kørte samme stil, og så den anden vej,
Jeg havde ingen intentioner om at lege din leg,
Jeg gør mod andre før de gør mod mig!
At jeg er paranoid, af det du sir' nu,
Det ved jeg godt ho, det har jeg papir på.
Havde brug for omsorg, men jeg kun ik slip på min logik,
Når den sagde du var en bitch!
Og jeg prøvede virkelig, for jeg ville gerne,
Men mine følser for dig, de var så fucking fjerne.

Bro:
Det skyldes blot at vi er mennesker.
Og det her det er min skrift,
En synder's bekendelser...

Omkvæd:
Undskyld, So.
Det var ik så'n det sku' gå,
Jeg var den forkerte at stole på.
Bare rolig... jeg kan stadig nå,
Og få det hel' tilbage i hovedet igen.
Dårlig karma hvor du hen',
Ved det godt, du hader mig nu men,
Her er min pik, ka' du tilgi' den?

Du sagde jeg var chamerende, og jeg lod som om,
At det var her jeg hørte de ord for første gang.
Studerede dine træk, din måde og smil på,
Din reaktion på ord, og min måde og si' dem på.
Dine daglige ind fald, der gjorde dig glad,
Så jeg ku kompensere på ik at fortæl hvem, hvor og hvad.
Det var utroligt hvordan klicher sku leveres,
Entrede småt,
Så du åd den råt,
Og du var nem og manipulere,
Det var for let og tal din øjne fra at tro på hvad de ser.
Og du forsøgte at fortæl mig, at ingen andre vil ha mig,
Så jeg lod dig slikke den af mig.
Du sagde at det bundet i usikkerhed,
For man skal ik stå med oprejst pande, når man ligger ned.

Bro:
Det skyldes blot at vi er mennesker.
Og det her det er min skrift,
En synder's bekendelser...

Omkvæd:
Undskyld, So.
Det var ik så'n det sku' gå,
Jeg var den forkerte at stole på.
Bare rolig... jeg kan stadig nå,
Og få det hel' tilbage i hovedet igen.
Dårlig karma hvor du hen',
Ved det godt, du hader mig nu men,
Her er min pik, ka' du tilgi' den?

Når spørgsmålet kommer, pakker jeg tasken,
Det var kun for din skyld jeg vil holde masken.
Holdte af dig, så meget jeg nu kun,
Du ved hvordan det går med misvedligeholdte hunde,
Forsøgte at finde noget vi begge følte for, ku ik fordrage sukkersøde følser,
Så hva' gør man så?
Det varmer mit hjerte at se dig bryde sammen,
For så er smerte i det mindste noget vi ka nyde sammen.

Undskyld...
Jeg ved det godt,
Vi har begge to fået nok.
Jeg vil gerne forkæle dig,
Men du vil altid kun være en bitch for mig.
Glem lige hvem vi lå og kneppede.
Hvorfor vil du ha mig, når jeg ik ku ta' følsomhed?

Bro:
Jeg hader al de fucking mennesker,
Så tilgiv hvis du vil, en synders bekendelser...

Omkvæd x 2:
Undskyld, So.
Det var ik så'n det gå,
Jeg var den forkerte at stole på.
Bare rolig... jeg kan stadig nå,
Og få det hel' tilbage i hovedet igen.
Dårlig karma hvor du hen',
Ved det godt, du hader mig nu men,
Her er min pik, ka' du tilgi' den?

Sorry (live Roskilde Festival 2011)

In the beginning, it didn't matter,
That the clock struck five,
The next afternoon before I came home,
You didn't even comment on the scent,
Of another woman's perfume that hung heavy in the air,
Did you seriously think I only had you,
Or did you play the same game, and look the other way,
I had no intention of playing your game,
I do unto others before they do unto me!
That I'm paranoid, from what you're saying now,
I know that, ho, I have it on paper.
I needed care, but I just couldn't let go of my logic,
When it said you were a bitch!
And I really tried, because I wanted to,
But my feelings for you, they were so fucking distant.

Bridge:
It's just because we're human.
And this is my writing,
A sinner's confessions...

Chorus:
Sorry, So.
It wasn't supposed to go like this,
I was the wrong one to trust.
Don't worry... I can still make it,
And get it all back in my head again.
Bad karma wherever you go,
I know, you hate me now but,
Here's my dick, can you forgive it?

You said I was charming, and I pretended,
That this was the first time I heard those words.
I studied your features, your manner and smile,
Your reaction to words, and my way of saying them.
Your daily whims that made you happy,
So I could compensate for not telling who, where and what.
It was amazing how cliches had to be delivered,
Entered subtly,
So you ate it raw,
And you were easy to manipulate,
It was too easy to talk your eyes from believing what they see.
And you tried to tell me that nobody else would want me,
So I let you lick it off me.
You said it was rooted in insecurity,
Because you shouldn't stand with your head held high when you're lying down.

Bridge:
It's just because we're human.
And this is my writing,
A sinner's confessions...

Chorus:
Sorry, So.
It wasn't supposed to go like this,
I was the wrong one to trust.
Don't worry... I can still make it,
And get it all back in my head again.
Bad karma wherever you go,
I know, you hate me now but,
Here's my dick, can you forgive it?

When the question comes, I pack my bags,
It was only for your sake I would keep the mask on.
Cared about you, as much as I could,
You know how it goes with neglected dogs,
Tried to find something we both felt for, couldn't stand sugary feelings,
So what do you do then?
It warms my heart to see you break down,
Because then pain is at least something we can enjoy together.

Sorry...
I know,
We've both had enough.
I want to spoil you,
But you'll always just be a bitch to me.
Just forget who we were fucking.
Why do you want me when I couldn't take sensitivity?

Bridge:
I hate all the fucking people,
So forgive if you will, a sinner's confessions...

Chorus x 2:
Sorry, So.
It wasn't supposed to go like this,
I was the wrong one to trust.
Don't worry... I can still make it,
And get it all back in my head again.
Bad karma wherever you go,
I know, you hate me now but,
Here's my dick, can you forgive it?