Paroles et traduction Mund de Carlo - Pigen med verden på sin krop

Pigen med verden på sin krop

(Omkvæd)
Der ingen anden pige
Der giver en fuck for hvad vi på
Så længe vi på-på-å det samme
På-på-å det samme
Og da jeg faldt i og sat' mig ned
Og sagde goddag til hende
Tegnede vi verden på hendes krop
Så vi ku lade den lig, og byg vores egen op
(Vers 1)
Hun kan skille sig ud fra mængden
Hun kan blend in, og gå ubemærket igennem den
Hun kan plante tanken,
Før du selv når at tænk' den
Du har glemt din drøm fra i nat
Men hun har lige formået at forlæng den
Med nærværet hun udstråler
Selv når jeg betragter hende på afstand
Er hun oppe i hovedet på mig
Gude smuk fra hårspidser til fodsåler
Funkler som en stjerne
Når hun går mod strømmen
Af moderne modedukker
Glickstjæler, stilsikker, natural
Fejer gaden for sminkeglade, visneblade
Og andet skrald
Er du kirug og mangler job
Så følg hende, og du kan finde
Et par kæber der skal rettes op
Fra top til ankelsok
Er hendes slanke krop
Pakket flot ind, hun smiler frækt
Mens rækker fuck
Har du ik' set hende
Har du ikke anstrengt dig nok
Kig efter pigen der har hele verden tegnet op
(Omkvæd)
Der ingen anden pige
Der giver en fuck for hvad vi på
Så længe vi på-på-å det samme
På-på-å det samme
Og da jeg faldt i og sat' mig ned
Og sagde goddag til hende
Tegnede vi verden på hendes krop
Så vi ku lade den lig, og byg vores egen op
(Vers 2)
Yearh, hun er sådan
Svær at komme ind på
Men endnu sværere at komme udenom
Hun har ikke brug for
At sku' have dig i sin hule hånd
Hun ved du står der
Hvis det rigtige øjeblik det nu sku' kom'
Langt mørkt hår
Hendes ro, lyser
Det kan dog være svært at se det
Når solen skygger
Ik nogle typer hun ik kan tæm'
Hun kan få de mest beskidte svin i gården
Til at ligne gode lyttere
Hun maler sine tanker på canvaser
Men sans for detaljer
Blander hun farver, så alt passer
Med et citat der matcher hendes sind
Gik forbi hende en dag
Havde en 50'er, så jeg spurgte hende:
"Hvad koster et billede?"
Hun sagde, at det var mit
Hvis jeg betalte hende i omsorg og tillid
Nogle gange opstår den stilhed
Hvor to sind tænker ens
Og det skette, da jeg gav hende hånden
Og hun smilede
Og sagde: det ku' være hyggeligt at snak
Så vi tog hen og drak
En uskyldig kop kaffe
Da hun fotalte hvad hun lavede
Blev jeg betaget
Af at hun både var smuk
Og så satans begavet
Den ene time tog den anden

The Girl with the World on Her Body

(Chorus)
There's no other girl
Who gives a fuck what we wear
As long as we wear-wear-ear the same
Wear-wear-ear the same
And when I fell in and sat down
And said hello to her
We drew the world on her body
So we could leave it behind, and build our own
(Verse 1)
She can stand out from the crowd
She can blend in, and walk through unnoticed
She can plant the thought,
Before you even think it
You've forgotten your dream from last night
But she has just managed to extend it
With the presence she radiates
Even when I watch her from a distance
She's on my mind
Divinely beautiful from hair tips to soles
Sparkles like a star
When she goes against the current
Of modern fashion dolls
Attention-stealer, stylish, natural
Sweeps the street for makeup-clad, withered leaves
And other trash
If you're a surgeon and need a job
Then follow her, and you can find
A couple of jaws that need fixing
From head to toe
Her slender body
Is wrapped beautifully, she smiles cheekily
While giving the finger
Haven't you seen her
Haven't you tried hard enough
Look for the girl who has the whole world drawn on
(Chorus)
There's no other girl
Who gives a fuck what we wear
As long as we wear-wear-ear the same
Wear-wear-ear the same
And when I fell in and sat down
And said hello to her
We drew the world on her body
So we could leave it behind, and build our own
(Verse 2)
Yeah, she's like that
Hard to get close to
But even harder to get around
She doesn't need
To have you in her grasp
She knows you're there
If the right moment should come
Long dark hair
Her calm, shines
It can be hard to see though
When the sun casts a shadow
There are no guys she can't tame
She can make the dirtiest pigs in the yard
Look like good listeners
She paints her thoughts on canvases
But with a sense of detail
She mixes colors, so everything fits
With a quote that matches her mind
Walked by her one day
Had a 50, so I asked her:
"What's the price of a picture?"
She said it was mine
If I paid her in care and trust
Sometimes that silence arises
Where two minds think alike
And it happened when I shook her hand
And she smiled
And said: it could be nice to talk
So we went and drank
An innocent cup of coffee
When she told me what she was doing
I was captivated
By the fact that she was both beautiful
And so damn gifted
One hour led to another