Lars Vaular - Ingenmannsland - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Lars Vaular - Ingenmannsland




Ingenmannsland
Neverland
Vi lader, skyter, lydløse skuddvekslinger
We load, fire, silent shootouts
Lover og lyger overformulerte setninger
Promises and lies, overblown sentences
Vi flyr langt, langt vekk herifra
We're flying far, far away from here
Ingen anelse om senskader
No idea of the delayed damage
Men koffor har ingen vekket meg opp
But tell me why didn't anyone wake me up
Når vi våkner brått av at toget har gått
When we woke up so suddenly the train had left
Vi går over nye områder, likegyldige overformyndigheter
We walk across new areas, indifferent, overbearing authorities
Slikker og sniffer opp grenser
Licking and sniffing out borders
Tråkker grovt over streker
Treading wildly across lines
Men ka ska de noen gang si til sånne som oss?
But what can they ever say to people like us?
Våre behov e utenfor fatteevnen til fattige folk
Our needs are beyond the comprehension of poor people
Vi vet bedre enn de dies beste dag
We know better than they do, even on their best days
Vi lader, skyter, lydløse skuddvekslinger
We load, fire, silent shootouts
Lover og lyger overformulerte setninger
Promises and lies, overblown sentences
Vi flyr langt, langt vekk herifra
We're flying far, far away from here
Ingen anelse om senskader
No idea of the delayed damage
Men koffor har ingen vekket meg opp
But tell me why didn't anyone wake me up
Når vi våkner brått av at toget har gått
When we woke up so suddenly the train had left
Vi går over nye områder, likegyldige overformyndigheter
We walk across new areas, indifferent, overbearing authorities
Slikker og sniffer opp grenser
Licking and sniffing out borders
Tråkker grovt over streker
Treading wildly across lines
Men ka ska de noen gang si til sånne som oss?
But what can they ever say to people like us?
Våre behov e utenfor fatteevnen til fattige folk
Our needs are beyond the comprehension of poor people
Vi vet bedre enn de dies beste dag
We know better than they do, even on their best days
De tåler ikkje sannheten vår
They can't stand our truth
Den har vokst for stor for normen
It has grown too big for the norm
Stormen i vannglasset ditt rommer nok olje til å slukke sorgen
The storm in the teacup of your room contains enough oil to quench sorrow
E får lov til å dra langt vekk herifra
I'm allowed to go far away from here
Men kommer alltid tilbake
But I always come back
Prater om at de fikk en vekker i dag
Talking about how they had an awakening today
Likevel like livstrøtte neste dagen
Yet just as tired of life the next day
Vi lar de leve drømmer og uvitenhet
We let them live on dreams and ignorance
Om kordan verden virkelig e for ekte for din virkelighet
About how the world really is, too real for your reality
For k aska de noen gang si til sånne som oss?
For what can they ever say to people like us?
Våre mål e utenfor fatteevnen til vanlige folk
Our goals are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people
Vi vet bedre enn de våres verste dag
We know better than they do, even on our worst day
Vi lader, skyter, lydløse skuddvekslinger
We load, fire, silent shootouts
Lover og lyger overformulerte setninger
Promises and lies, overblown sentences
Vi flyr langt, langt vekk herifra
We're flying far, far away from here
Ingen anelse om senskader
No idea of the delayed damage
Men koffor har ingen vekket meg opp
But tell me why didn't anyone wake me up
Når vi våkner brått av at toget har gått
When we woke up so suddenly the train had left
Vi går over nye områder, likegyldige overformyndigheter
We walk across new areas, indifferent, overbearing authorities
Slikker og sniffer opp grenser
Licking and sniffing out borders
Tråkker grovt over streker
Treading wildly across lines
Men ka ska de noen gang si til sånne som oss?
But what can they ever say to people like us?
Våre behov e utenfor fatteevnen til fattige folk
Our needs are beyond the comprehension of poor people
Vi vet bedre enn de dies beste dag
We know better than they do, even on their best days





Writer(s): Thomas Eriksen Bratfoss, Lars Vaular


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