Paroles et traduction Annika Aakjær - 2000 år

2000 år

Når man kan sende
Mennesker ud i rummet
Hvorfor har ingen så
Endnu opfundet
En slags tape eller lignende
Til hjerter itu
Det virker urimeligt
Hvad synes du?

Og hvorfor har ingen skrevet
De uskrevne regler ned
Det ville være så enkelt
Hvis alle vidste besked
Hvorfor skal man kunne
Tage så meget fejl?
Det virker uretfærdigt
Hvis du spørger mig

Men det er jo egentlig ik' fordi
Jeg går rundt og er sur
Det er bare hver eneste gang
Jeg ser på mit ur
Så er der gået 2000 år
Og nogen siger flere
Og burde vi så ikke vide lidt mere?

Tænk hvis vi havde
En mobiltelefon
Der kunne være talerør
For alle dem, der ikke har nogen
Så kunne vi tale sammen
Og måske endda forstå
Men det er ikke meningen
Og jeg tror heller ikke vi må

Men det er egentlig ik' fordi
Jeg går rundt og er sur
Det er bare hver eneste gang
Jeg ser på mit ur
Så er der gået 2000 år
Og nogen siger flere
Og burde vi så ikke vide lidt mere?

Og hvor er Gud
I alt det her?
Har han solgt ud
Og brugt sit salær?
Mon han trøster sig med
At der nok er en mening med alt
Enhver er sin egen lykkes smed nu
Kort fortalt

Men det er egentlig ik' fordi
Jeg går rundt og er sur
Det er bare hver eneste gang
Jeg ser på mit ur
Så er der gået 2000 år
Og nogen siger flere
Og burde vi så ikke vide bedre og mere?

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
And God once was a friend of mine
Yes he once was a true love of mine
And he once was a friend of mine

2000 Years

When we can send
People into space
Why has no one yet
Invented
Some kind of tape or similar
For broken hearts
It seems unfair
What do you think?

And why has no one written down
The unwritten rules
It would be so simple
If everyone knew
Why should one be able to
Make so many mistakes?
It seems unjust
If you ask me

But it's not really that
I go around being angry
It's just that every time
I look at my watch
2000 years have passed
And some say more
Shouldn't we know a little more by now?

Imagine if we had
A mobile phone
That could be a megaphone
For all those who have no voice
Then we could talk together
And perhaps even understand
But that is not the intention
And I don't think we should either

But it's not really that
I go around being angry
It's just that every time
I look at my watch
2000 years have passed
And some say more
Shouldn't we know a little more by now?

And where is God
In all this?
Has he sold out
And spent his wages?
Is he comforting himself with
The thought that there is probably a meaning to it all
Everyone is the master of their own happiness now
In short

But it's not really that
I go around being angry
It's just that every time
I look at my watch
2000 years have passed
And some say more
Shouldn't we know better and more by now?

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
And God once was a friend of mine
Yes he once was a true love of mine
And he once was a friend of mine