Jokeren feat. Ataf Khawaja - Nye Tider - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Jokeren feat. Ataf Khawaja - Nye Tider




Nye Tider
New Times
Jeg ser ham
I see him
Ser ham gaden, ser hele balladen
See him on the street, see the whole drama
Før den er ved at opstå, jeg ved hvad han vil
Before it's about to happen, I know what he wants
Opnå, lisså snart han siger "Hva såå"
Achieve, as soon as he says "What's up"
Og hurtigt klapper mig lommerne imens jeg går, men yo
And quickly pats my pockets as I walk by, but yo
mærker han min hånd om min kniv
Then he feels my hand around my knife
Vi ser hinanden og vi går videre i vores liv,
We look at each other and we move on with our lives,
For i dag ku det ha endt med mord eller røveri
Because today it could have ended in murder or robbery
Men i dag gik vi begge fri, vi gik væk fordi
But today we both went free, we went away because
Det' det samme kvarter vi startede ud i
It's the same neighborhood we started out in
De samme gader alle vores venner slipper skud i
The same streets all our friends are shooting in
Det ene øjeblik så' din homie med turen
One moment your homie is with you on the journey
Det næste sekund er han et billede muren, og
The next second, he's a picture on the wall, and
Vi' her i de samme gader, samme gråd, samme glæder
We are here in the same streets, same cries, same joys
Samme ting vi elsker, samme ting vi hader
Same things we love, same things we hate
Det' ikke svært træd et skridt tilbage
It's not that hard to take a step back
For den der mister overblikket har selv talt sine dage
Because whoever loses sight of the big picture has counted his own days
Det hele handler om penge
It's all about money
Hvor længe ka du mon hænge?
How long can you hang?
Før at skæbnen henter dig
Before fate comes for you
Før de tar dig til fange
Before they capture you
Før de ruller op dig
Before they roll up on you
Over duller og coca
Over weed and coke
Ta og stop mens du kan, ellers vil de dig
Stop while you can, otherwise they'll get you
For folk er syge i hodet
Because people are sick in the head
De vil ha have hævn og se blod
They want revenge and see blood
Vil ha magt og respekt
They want power and respect
Og en bil der ser ud
And a car that looks the part
Og det vil altid ned, det vil altid blive ved
And it will always go down, it will always continue
Hvis ikke vi alle slutter fred mens der stadig er tid
If we don't all make peace while there's still time
Op i min homies ride - pistoler har han to af
Up in my homie's ride - he has two pistols
Blæst coca klar til at blæse fjendens roe af
High on coke, ready to blow off the enemy's peace
Han hvisker: "Der ingen love disse gader
He whispers: "There are no laws on these streets
Kun snitches og forrædere, samt skumle bitches der sladrer", han hader
Only snitches and traitors, and shady bitches who gossip", he hates
Dem mere end de pansere der chikanerer ham
Them more than the cops that harass him
Kropsvisiterer ham hver gang de passerer ham
Body search him every time they pass him
Han sværger han har fået nok
He swears he's had enough
Vil ha vendetta
He wants revenge
Kan se han mener det måden han knuger sin barettas
I can see he means it by the way he clenches his Beretta
Desværre kan ikke ham til at la vær' for homie
Unfortunately, I can't get him to stop, because homie
Lever ved sværdet han falder ved sværdet
Lives by the sword so he dies by the sword
Han er helt fra den har været det siden han var 13
He's been off the rails since he was 13
Som for resten også var det første år han kom for retten
Which was also the first year he went to court
Han er legemliggørelsen af gadernes ånd
He is the embodiment of the streets' spirit
Og en forblændet ungdom der ikke kan tæmmes med lovens hånd
And a blinded youth that can't be tamed with the hand of the law
Og der' ingen overdrivelser i mine beskrivelser
And there are no exaggerations in my descriptions
Det' bare et sandt billede hvad der omgiver mig
It's just a true picture of what surrounds me
Jeg gik en
I took a
Tur forbi min homeboys crib, han sad og vejede
Walk past my homeboy's crib, he was sitting there weighing
Stofferne af, men han fyldte sin pistols clip
The drugs, but he was filling his pistol clip
Jeg sagde hva laver du? han svarede: "Det' jobbet"
I said what are you doing? He replied: "It's the job"
"Du har tjent dit, yo, du burde være stoppet"
"You've done your time, yo, you should have stopped"
For homboy vi' ikke unge mer
Because homeboy we are not so young anymore
Til gengæld er vi fandme blevet en hel del tungere der
On the other hand, we've gotten a hell of a lot heavier there
hvorfor skal de kampe vi udkæmper
So why should the battles we fight
Føres med maskinpistoler med lyddæmper?
Be waged with silenced machine guns?
Ingen kan vide sig sikker, hvem er din ven hvem er stikker
No one can feel safe, who's your friend, who's a snitch
Hvem er desperat nok til at trække triggeren?
Who's desperate enough to pull the trigger?
Det' nye tider, syge tider, hold din øjne åbne
It's new times, sick times, so keep your eyes open
Hånden våbnet hvis du gerne vil videre
Hand on the weapon if you want to move on
Homies griner, sir: "ataf, puds din glorie"
Homies are laughing, saying: "Ataf, polish your halo"
Bust hellere en gangster historie nede fra territoriet
Bust a gangster story from down in the territory
Jeg gir dem noget der sætter ild i gaden
I give them something that sets the streets on fire
Homies, jeg elsker jeg alle sammen i finde freden
Homies, I love you all, may you find peace
Hvorfor ska vi to slås?
Why should we fight?
Vi lever i de samme gader
We live in the same streets
Hvad sker der for os?
What's wrong with us?
Når vi elsker, når vi hader?
When we love, when we hate?
Hvorfor ska vi to slås?
Why should we fight?
Vi lever i de samme gader
We live in the same streets
Hvad sker der for os?
What's wrong with us?
Når vi elsker, når vi hader?
When we love, when we hate?
Det hele handler om penge
It's all about money
Hvor længe ka du mon hænge?
How long can you hang?
Før at skæbnen henter dig
Before fate comes for you
Før de tager dig til fange
Before they capture you
Før de ruller op dig
Before they roll up on you
Over duller og coca
Over weed and coke
Ta og stop mens du kan, ellers vil de dig
Stop while you can, otherwise they'll get you
For folk er syge i hodet
Because people are sick in the head
De vil at have hævn og se blod
They want revenge and see blood
Vil ha magt og respekt
They want power and respect
Og en bil der ser ud
And a car that looks the part
Og det vil altid ned, det vil altid blive ved
And it will always go down, it will always continue





Writer(s): Remee, Ataf Kawai, Daniel Davidsen, Jesper Dahl, Nicoli Seebach, Rasmus Seebach


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