Paroles et traduction Ken Ring - Verklighetens öga

Verklighetens öga

E yo ken ring fr min slktingar i slummen
Frn mitt hjrta till den svltande ungen
Folk snackar om hrda liv hr i norden
Hundringar i fickan och god mat p borden
Du har ett fadderbarn nere i gambia
Skickar e-mail till bapou i zambia
Du tror du hjlper till frn din lyxvilla
Medans barn sniffar lim bara spyr och mr illa
Apartheidregimen r inte slut
Mandela r ute men svarta fr kuk
Gatubarn i rio och prostituerade
Politiska fngar i hlor torterade
En kamp fr dom svarta i femhundra hundra r
Frn slaveri till stdhjlp frstr ni hur vi mr
Judarna fick israel men vi fick ingenting
Frn de svarta till de vita som finns i ken ring
Refrng: lngt bort frn verklighetens ga ser hur sren brjar blda
Ett par r fr dom leva men sen r dom dda x2
Lngt bort ifrn verklighetens gon
Helt pltsligt s bara dr dom
En kamp som aldrig slutar fr alla u-lnder
Friheten frsvinner nr dom kedjar vra hnder
Fr aboriginies som ddades i australien
Knulla usa och ta tillbaka indianen
Skicka staten till graven och brnn dom
Och lt afrika f bli ett helgon
Vi blundar fr krig fr vi lever i ett i-land
Vila i frid till dom som dog av en vit hand
Olof palme ville se en frbttring
Mste vara han som r min enda svenska slkting
Kom igen nu och ge tillbaka palestina
Araber ska skina makten ska lida
Vnd upp och ner p hela vrlden och sprng den
S kanske folket kan hitta hem igen
Refrng x2
Tredje vrlden hela missren
Flera tusen r vi lmnar blodspill p vgen
Jag ser ett litet barn p gatan som ligger
Jag ser en liten tjej p gatan som tigger
Dom frsvinner med vinden till gud
Den hr r fr barnen som aldrig hittar ut
Blodet rinner vi glider i floden
Bibeln blev skriven men hur mnga frstog den
De r lungt g till kyrkan och be
Sen g hem och kolla p en dvd
5000 kr du hmta den igr
20 mnniskor kunde rddat p ett r
Spelar ingen roll fr din fina familj
Allt str till fattiga fr ingenting
Ken ring ord s du kan hra dom
Lngt bort ifrn verklighetens gon
Refrng x2

The Eye of Reality

Yo Ken Ring from my relatives in the slum
From my heart to the starving child
People talk about hard life here in the north
Hundreds in your pocket and good food on the tables
You have a sponsored child down in Gambia
Sending emails to Bapou in Zambia
You think you're helping from your luxury villa
While children sniff glue just vomit and feel sick
The apartheid regime is not over
Mandela is out but blacks get screwed
Street children in Rio and prostitutes
Political prisoners in chlorine tortured
A fight for the blacks for five hundred years
From slavery to aid, do you understand how we feel
The Jews got Israel but we got nothing
From the blacks to the whites who exist in Ken Ring
Chorus: Far away from the eye of reality, see how pus begins to form
A couple of years for them to live, but then they're dead x2
Far away from the eye of reality
Suddenly there they just die
A struggle that never ends for all developing countries
Freedom disappears when they chain our hands
For Aborigines who were killed in Australia
Fuck the USA and take back the Indian
Send the state to the grave and burn them
And let Africa become a saint
We turn a blind eye to war because we live in a developed country
Rest in peace to those who died by a white hand
Olof Palme wanted to see an improvement
He must be the one who is my only Swedish relative
Come on now and give back Palestine
Arabs should shine, the powers that be should suffer
Turn the whole world upside down and blow it up
Maybe then people can find their way home again
Chorus x2
Third world, all the misery
Several thousand years we leave a trail of blood on the way
I see a little child on the street who is lying
I see a little girl on the street who is begging
They disappear with the wind to God
This is for the children who never find their way out
The blood is flowing, we are drifting in the river
The Bible was written, but how many understood it
They are at peace going to church and praying
Then go home and watch a DVD
5000 kr you picked it up yesterday
20 people could have been saved in a year
It doesn't matter to your fine family
Everything goes to the poor for nothing
Ken Ring, listen to your words
Far away from the eye of reality
Chorus x2