Paroles et traduction Magnus Eliassen - Stor

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Æ kunne blitt en prest, hadde æ bare trudd på kirka
En politiker, hadde æ bare trudd at det virka
Kunne blitt A4, hadde æ villet at livet mitt
Skulle gå rundt i sirkla

Æ kunne blitt professor, va æ litt mer nørd
En jagerpilot, hadde æ villet ha forårsak død
Kunne vært mann nok til å si ifra
At det såra mæ når du spør

Ka skal det bli av dæ?
Når skal du bli voksen?
Ka skal det bli av dæ?
Ka skal du bli når du bli stor?

Æ kunne blitt en psykolog, va æ ikke sjøl så sjuk
Kunne blitt politi, va æ ikke allergisk mot snut
Kunne gått på BI, men æ vil ikke bli
En hestkuk

Kunne blitt en, kunne blitt en, kunne blitt en, kunne blitt en
Kunne blitt en, kunne blitt en million ting
Men æ klar ikke å velg, og ingen av disse klar å velg mæ
Æ kommer aldri til å kunne bli den du vil æ skal vær

Ka skal det bli av dæ?
Når skal du bli voksen?
Ka skal det bli av dæ?
Ka skal du bli når du bli stor?

Æ e nåkka nu, og æ har alltid vært det
Æ skjønna at dette e din egen måte
Å vis mæ ditt hjerte, at du vil det beste
For mæ, men æ

Æ orka ikke praten om det å bli eldre
Æ e fortsatt 20, æ blei nettopp 30
Æ skjønna nok ka det vil si å bli voksen, men æ
Æ skjønna ikke når æ skal bli det

Ja, når skal æ bli voksen, e det når livet har fådd temma mæ
Friheten har lemna mæ, andre får bestem over mæ?
Når æ har glemt av både kor og ka og kem æ e
Kordan æ havna her, glem jo alt, da glem æ vel det
Det kommer nærmere, det nærma sæ dagen da ingen venna lenger savna mæ
Nærma mæ dagen æ bare må innse ka foreldrerollen krev av mæ
Når æ ser at kiden min etterherma mæ, vil lær av mæ
Den eneste i verden som fortsatt vil være ilamme mæ
Og når det blir tromma til jul, så drep æ vel stemninga
For ikke å snakk om at det ikke blir snakk om å skulk MMA-treninga
Men det e døve øra, bekymringa, æ hadde nok fra før av
Og mellom masse styr og styremøta møt æ mæ sjøl i døra
Æ prøva å lukk den, men så klem æ mæ
Står der med de samme spørsmålan som en gang såra mæ og hemma mæ
Nu skrem det mæ, æ treng en klem her æ gremma mæ
Over at æ ser mæ sjøl stå der med de samme spørsmålan som dæ, mamma

Ka skal det bli av dæ?
Når skal du bli voksen?
Ka skal det bli av dæ?
Ka skal du bli når du bli stor?

(Ka ska det bli av dæ?)
Når skal du bli voksen?
(Ka ska det bli av dæ?)
Ka ska du bli når du bli stor?

Big

I could have been a priest, had I only believed in the church
A politician, had I only believed that it worked
Could have been A4, had I wanted my life
To go around in circles

I could have been a professor, had I been a bit more of a nerd
A fighter pilot, had I wanted to cause death
Could have been man enough to say
That it hurt me when you ask

What's going to become of you?
When will you grow up?
What's going to become of you?
What will you be when you grow up?

I could have been a psychologist, had I not been so sick myself
Could have been a cop, had I not been allergic to pigs
Could have gone to BI, but I don't want to be
A dickhead

Could have been one, could have been one, could have been one, could have been one
Could have been one, could have been a million things
But I can't choose, and none of these can choose me
I'll never be able to be who you want me to be

What's going to become of you?
When will you grow up?
What's going to become of you?
What will you be when you grow up?

I am something now, and I have always been that
I understand that this is your own way
To show me your heart, that you want the best
For me, but I

I'm tired of the talk about getting older
I'm still 20, I just turned 30
I understand what it means to grow up, but I
I don't understand when I'm supposed to be

Yeah, when will I grow up, is it when life has tamed me
Freedom has left me, others get to decide over me?
When I have forgotten both where and what and who I am
How I ended up here, forget everything, then I'll probably forget that
It's getting closer, the day is approaching when no friends will miss me anymore
The day is approaching when I just have to realize what the role of a parent demands of me
When I see my child imitating me, wanting to learn from me
The only one in the world who still wants to be with me
And when the Christmas drums are playing, I'll probably kill the mood
Not to mention that there will be no talk of skipping MMA training
But it's deaf ears, the worry, I had enough of it before
And between a lot of fuss and board meetings, I meet myself at the door
I try to close it, but then I squeeze myself
Standing there with the same questions that once hurt me and held me back
Now it scares me, I need a hug here where I'm grieving
That I see myself standing there with the same questions as you, Mom

What's going to become of you?
When will you grow up?
What's going to become of you?
What will you be when you grow up?

(What's going to become of you?)
When will you grow up?
(What's going to become of you?)
What will you be when you grow up?