Paroles et traduction Mund de Carlo - Gaden - af Mund de Carlo

Gaden - af Mund de Carlo

Metroen brummer, klokkerne kimer
Vinduer åbner i shops og butikker.
Det summer så uskyldigt om morgenen et par timer
Når fuglene de synger den der nye med Medina.
Blinkende lygter, slingrende cykler
Caféerne fyldt så snart himlen den lysner.
Folk tager kampen op med ugens pligter
Blinddates, E-mails og andre fremmedord
Fylder deres to-do lister.
Den digitale tidsalders disciple
Der tager kameraet frem, så de har noget de kan smile til.
De studerende tager S-tog
Poptøserne de tager mod syd, og panserne tager vest på.
Orange mænd der snakker om, hvad de skal bygge i dag
Mens hovedstadshippien råber han vil have sin by tilbage.
I et kaos der klinger mangfoldigt og hvileløst
Sender han en glad smiley, hvori hun kan finde trøst.
Asfalt under fødderne vi stadig på vej
På gaden, på gaden.
Asfalt under fødderne vi stadig på vej
Malstrømmen, mylderet, menneskelivet
Fantastisk, forfærdelig forskellighed.
Metroen brummer, klokkerne kimer.
Det bobler af liv på alle fortovets fliser.
Kunstnerkollektivet der drikker kaffe og ryger.
De spejdende taxachauffører
Det unge par der lige nu ligner nogen
Der skal være sammen til de dør.
Skolebørn, entreprenører.
De slidte sind på bænken med favnen fuld af snaps og likør.
Hver sjæl giver gadens grå facader kontrast og kulør.
Folk trodser travlheden og stopper blot
For at sluge lidt forsidestof.
Hvilket kendt ansigt har nu fucked op?
Super-bedst-døgn-brugsen har tilbud på negleklippere
For folk skal se godt ud når de peger fingre.
En bilradio bringer nyt fra TV2News:
"Velkommen, ham ingen kender har rundet en million views
I dag stiller vi skarpt på, om kister stadig er nødvendige
Nu hvor alle de begravede i sin smartphone.og nu over til
Sporten..."
På hjørnet står en Vesterbrobums
Og sværger at døde katte og profettegninger er god kunst.
I et kaos der klinger mangfoldigt og hvileløst
Liker hun hans status, hvori han kan finde trøst
Asfalt under fødderne vi stadig på vej
På gaden, på gaden
Asfalt under fødderne vi stadig på vej
Malstrømmen, mylderet, menneskelivet
Fantastisk, forfærdelig forskellighed
Metroen brummer, klokkerne kimer.
Pigen jogger forbi drengen med whopper og fritter.
Post og aviser der påstår at vi så
Heldige at stå i DK's folkeregister.
Søde børn, stolte mødre
En fri mand der står alene, stirrer på dem
Og nok fortryder han fik kolde fødder.
Lærlinge, lastbiler, tyk cement, glasfibre
Duft af vin, joints, nikotinrøg og benzin.
Familiefaren cykler hjem i osen
Med hele sin personlighed i nettoposen.
Laptop mash-up på kaffebaren uden ende
En netradio sender live fra TV2News IGEN:
"Krigen! DF vil forhindre at flere får asyl
Præsidenten siger det hele er terroristernes skyld"
I et kaos der klinger mangfoldigt og hvileløst
Giver HUN ham et kys, så han kan mærke
Hvordan livet virkelig føles
Asfalt under fødderne vi stadig på vej
På gaden, på gaden.
Asfalt under fødderne vi stadig på vej
Malstrømmen, mylderet, menneskelivet
Fantastisk, forfærdelig forskellighed.

The Street - by Mund de Carlo

The metro rumbles, the bells are chiming
Windows open in shops and stores.
It buzzes so innocently in the morning for a couple of hours
As the birds sing that new Medina song.
Flashing lights, swerving bikes
Cafés fill up as soon as the sky brightens.
People take on the week's chores
Blind dates, emails, and other buzzwords
Fill their to-do lists.
The digital age disciples
Who take out their cameras, so they have something to smile at.
The students take the S-train
The pop girls head south, and the suits head west.
Orange men talking about what they're going to build today
While the capital hippie yells that he wants his city back.
In a chaos that rings diverse and restless
He sends a happy smiley, where she can find comfort.
Asphalt under our feet, we're still on our way
On the street, on the street.
Asphalt under our feet, we're still on our way
The maelstrom, the crowds, human life
Fantastic, terrible diversity.
The metro rumbles, the bells are chiming.
It's teeming with life on all the sidewalk tiles.
The artist collective drinking coffee and smoking.
The watchful taxi drivers
The young couple who right now look like someone
Who'll be together till they die.
School children, entrepreneurs.
The worn-out souls on the bench with their arms full of booze.
Each soul gives the street's grey facades contrast and color.
People brave the rush and just stop
To swallow some tabloid fodder.
Which famous face has screwed up now?
The super-best-24-hour-convenience store has nail clippers on sale
Because people have to look good when they point fingers.
A car radio brings news from TV2News:
"Welcome, the guy nobody knows has reached a million views.
Today we're focusing on whether coffins are still necessary
Now that everyone's buried in their smartphone. And now over to
Sports..."
On the corner stands a Vesterbro dude
And swears that dead cats and prophetic drawings are good art.
In a chaos that rings diverse and restless
She likes his status, where he can find comfort
Asphalt under our feet, we're still on our way
On the street, on the street
Asphalt under our feet, we're still on our way
The maelstrom, the crowds, human life
Fantastic, terrible diversity
The metro rumbles, the bells are chiming.
The girl jogs past the boy with the Whopper and fries.
Mail and newspapers claiming that we're so
Lucky to be in the Danish civil registration system.
Cute kids, proud mothers
A single man standing alone, staring at them
And probably regretting he got cold feet.
Apprentices, trucks, thick cement, fiberglass
The smell of wine, joints, nicotine, and gasoline.
The family man cycles home in the haze
With his whole personality in the grocery bag.
Laptop mash-up at the endless coffee shop
An internet radio station broadcasts live from TV2News AGAIN:
"The war! The Danish People's Party wants to prevent more people from getting asylum
The president says it's all the terrorists' fault"
In a chaos that rings diverse and restless
SHE gives him a kiss, so he can feel
What life really feels like
Asphalt under our feet, we're still on our way
On the street, on the street.
Asphalt under our feet, we're still on our way
The maelstrom, the crowds, human life
Fantastic, terrible diversity.