Lyrics and translation Pede B - Tilbage Til Start

Tilbage Til Start

Det hele kører i ring
Det flytter ingenting
Igen, igen, igen, igen, igen
Det hele køre i ring
Det flytter ingenting(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Min mor er vokset op i en ejemdom i Ballerups Stationsby
Flowerpower tiden, længe før generation Y
Mormor og morfar var teenage forældre
Men manglede aldrig noget, var de flittigste mennesker
Og Ballerup var samligspunkt, for familier med unger
Der løb og legede med smilehuller og beskidte bukser
Danske børn kombineret med en masse af dem
Der kom fra Jokuslavien, Pakistan og Italien
Min mor var ret lille da hendes storesøster fik
Kysset lidt med en Nord-italiener der besøgte tit
De fandt sammen og det føltes fedt, næsten lykkeligt
Du ved, julelys i øjnene og sød musik
De fik et barn, måske lidt tidligt vil nogen mene
Men alder er vel kun et tal i det store hele
Flyttede til Baltorpvej for at kunne bo og dele
En fremtid sammen, hånd i hånd ned af brostenene

(Omkvæd x2)
Tilbage til start, det hele kører i ring
Du tror vi er oppe i fart, vi flytter ingenting
Klar parat, så forsøger vi igen, igen, igen, igen, igen

(2.Vers)
Sødeste elskling, verden kører i selvsving
Tror at alt det ændrer sig af ønsketænkning
For vi er på dybt vand, det en søsætning
Det hårdt at komme op, ligesom MØs flætning
Min onkel har altid lignet en Italiener boss
Med mørk hud og muskler, så det gjorde mine fætre os
Den ældste af dem han blev født i 1967
Mens min onkel målte op til huse på en byggeplads
Der er dumme mennesker over alt, også i den lille by
De kaldte dem spaghetti og råbte af dem i vildens sky
Mødtes af vreden, når folk spøtted på gaden
Hvor der før var harmoni var nu afløst af balade
En ting er mennesker, der skælder og smælder
Men gradvist ku min onkel ikke få arbejde længere
Det virkede næsten halvtrippet
Hvordan de gik fra glansbilled
Til et slap i ansigtet

(Omkvæd x2)
Tilbage til start, det hele kører i ring
Du tror vi er oppe i fart, vi flytter ingenting
Klar parat, så forsøger vi igen, igen, igen, igen, igen

(3.Vers)
Min familie var ik' tudemarier
De står stolt uanset hvad idioterne siger
Men det skræmmende at se, hvilket trusler det giver
Når man mixer en lille smule kultur og værdier
For efter et par år i landet gav min onkel pludselig op
Træt af at blive behandlet som om han ikke kunne nok
Anden rangs på grund af landegrans
Så han valgte igen, at flytte og tage familien tilbage til Italien
Se, jeg skammer mig en smule på mit lands vegne
Når jeg ser hvordan mit land det behandler sine egne
Ja, jeg sagde sine egne, han havde et hjem her
Og hvis vi bliver ved med at dele op i farver når vi ingen vegne
Rød og hvid er ligesom toast med marmelade
Træt af den samme vrede når det kommer til fremmedhad
Som om der kommet et hak i den gamle plade
Alt kører i ring hvor vi burde se fremad

Back To The Start

It all runs in circles
It changes nothing
Again, again, again, again, again
It all runs in circles
It changes nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My mother grew up in a house in Ballerup Stationsby
Flowerpower times, long before generation Y
Grandma and grandpa were teenage parents
But they never lacked anything, they were the most hardworking people
And Ballerup was a meeting point for families with children
Who ran and played with dimples and dirty pants
Danish kids combined with a lot of them
Who came from Yugoslavia, Pakistan and Italy
My mother was quite young when her older sister got
Kissed a little with a North Italian who visited often
They got together and it felt great, almost happy
You know, Christmas lights in the eyes and sweet music
They had a child, maybe a little early, some would say
But age is just a number after all
They moved to Baltorpvej to live and share
A future together, hand in hand down the cobblestones

(Chorus x2)
Back to the start, it all runs in circles
You think we're up to speed, we're not moving at all
Ready, set, so we try again, again, again, again, again

(Verse 2)
Sweetheart, the world is spinning out of control
Thinking that all that changes is wishful thinking
Because we're in deep water, it's a launch
It's hard to come up, just like MØ's hairdo
My uncle has always looked like an Italian boss
With dark skin and muscles, so did my cousins
The eldest of them was born in 1967
While my uncle measured up houses on a construction site
There are stupid people everywhere, also in the small town
They called them spaghetti and yelled at them for no reason
Met by anger when people mocked on the street
Where there was harmony before was now replaced by ballad
One thing is people who scold and yell
But gradually my uncle couldn't get work anymore
It seemed almost half-cocked
How they went from picture perfect
To a slap in the face

(Chorus x2)
Back to the start, it all runs in circles
You think we're up to speed, we're not moving at all
Ready, set, so we try again, again, again, again, again

(Verse 3)
My family weren't crybabies
They stand tall no matter what the idiots say
But it's scary to see what threats it brings
When you mix a little bit of culture and values
Because after a couple of years in the country, my uncle suddenly gave up
Tired of being treated like he wasn't good enough
Second-rate because of borders
So he chose again to move and take his family back to Italy
See, I'm a little ashamed of my country
When I see how my country treats its own
Yes, I said its own, he had a home here
And if we keep dividing into colors when we have no direction
Red and white are like toast with jam
Tired of the same anger when it comes to xenophobia
As if there had been a notch in the old place
Everything runs in circles where we should look ahead