Paroles et traduction Pede B - Fodspor

Fodspor

Du voksede op I et nyt kvarter
Kaldet Høje-Gladsaxe, du blev bygget der
Jeg tror det gjorde dig til den type du er
Du' ydmyg, nede på jorden, ingen kejserens nye klæ'r
Det' som om du altid tager med et smil mester
Når skæbnen den lige serverer dig en lige venstre
Jeg mødte ik' manden du arvede din stil efter
For min farfar gik bort dengang du var teenager
Sad over askeskyen og bad en stille bøn
For sin søns levestandard ku' blive billedskøn
For jeg ved at du kæmpede dig op fra mindsteløn
Du skal vide du har den største respekt fra din mindste søn
Du holdt ud når ruten den var herre-sej
Når der ikke var noget at grine af, som Lærkevej
Skæbnen gjorde vi mødte noget hårdt hver for sig
Måske ville skæbnen bare ha' at jeg blev stærk som dig?

Jeg ved godt at det virker som nogle store, ord
Men jeg prøver at gå I dine fod-spor
For du passede på mig, på min mor, på min bror
Jeg ved ikke om jeg kan leve op, til
Selvom guderne ved at jeg godt, vil
Den måde du fik problemer til at for-svind'

Forholdene var svære at lave om på
Så du arbejdede med de ting der måtte opstå
Og problemerne var ikke så små
Vi klarede vinteren med mad fra gården farmor hun voksede op på
At kæmpe sig op er som et krydse et ocean
Men du arbejdede stadig på en Egon Olsen plan
Du vaskede busser om natten og gik I skole om dagen
Håbede det ku' trylle problemerne væk; Rune Klan
Du fik familie, ville væk fra?, væk fra stanken
Selvom der mildest talt var lavvande I pengetanken
I dag har du penge, men lærte mig at kende grænsen
For dengang havde vi ret meget havregryn I frikadellefarsen
For vi havde ik' penge
Men havde en 2CV og en tur om året til familien I Italien
Plus du tog min fætter ind da det gik galt igen
Og prøvede at holde øje med ham uanset hvor han vadede hen
Min onkel ville lære mig tricks på en sandsæk
Og jeg synes da også træningen var mere end halv-skæg
Men mens han viste mig hvordan man skulle rydde et tandsæt
Spillede du hippie-rock for mig på dit anlæg
Så dengang du havde fjender, og en mand ville ind og gøre os fortræd
Ja der ku' det ik' falde dig ind
At miste besindelsen
Nej, du vendte den anden kind
Selvom jeg I dag ved du helst ville have pandet ham en
For da Benja han spurgte dig til min fødselsdag
Svarede du at du egentlig helst ville have slået den bøssekarl
Okay, du sagde ikke bøssekarl
Jeg' vel bare glad for du ik' flippede så vi sku' ses I et besøgslokale

Gå en tur på listefod
Må få det ind I hovedet
Det ik' hjælper på noget at have raseri I blodet
Så mange ting jeg misforstod som en lille rod
Og tankerne kan godt til tider gøre mig skidt til mode
For jeg sku' selv blive én før jeg ku' anerkende
Værdien af en mands ansvar, og det tog alt for længe
For det' en lang vej, der ka' være hammer sej
I det mindste har jeg stadig brækket næsen færre gange end dig

Footprints

You grew up in a new neighborhood
Called Høje-Gladsaxe, you were built there
I think it made you the type of person you are
You're humble, down to earth, no emperor's new clothes
It's like you always take it with a smile, master
When fate serves you a left hook
I didn't meet the man you inherited your style from
Because my grandfather passed away when you were a teenager
Sat over the ash cloud and said a silent prayer
That his son's standard of living could be picture perfect
Because I know you fought your way up from minimum wage
You should know you have the utmost respect from your youngest son
You endured when the route was rough
When there was nothing to laugh about, like Lærkevej
Fate made us face some hardships separately
Maybe fate just wanted me to be strong like you?

I know it seems like big words,
But I try to walk in your footsteps
Because you took care of me, my mom, my brother
I don't know if I can live up to
Even though the gods know I want to
The way you made problems disappear

The circumstances were difficult to change
So you worked with the things that arose
And the problems weren't so small
We survived the winter with food from the farm Grandma grew up on
Fighting your way up is like crossing an ocean
But you still worked on an Egon Olsen plan
You washed buses at night and went to school during the day
Hoping it could make the problems go away; Rune Klan
You started a family, wanted to get away from, away from the stench
Even though it was, to put it mildly, low tide in the money tank
Today you have money, but you taught me to know the limit
Because back then we had quite a lot of oatmeal in the meatball mix
Because we didn't have money
But had a 2CV and a trip once a year to the family in Italy
Plus you took my cousin in when things went wrong again
And tried to keep an eye on him no matter where he went
My uncle wanted to teach me tricks on a punching bag
And I also thought the training was more than half fun
But while he showed me how to clean a set of teeth
You played hippie rock for me on your stereo
So when you had enemies, and a man wanted to come in and harm us
Well, it couldn't occur to you
To lose your temper
No, you turned the other cheek
Even though I know today you would have preferred to punch him
Because when Benja asked you about my birthday
You replied that you would actually rather have hit that gay guy
Okay, you didn't say gay guy
I'm just glad you didn't flip out so we had to see each other in a visiting room

Walk softly
Must get it into my head
It doesn't help to have rage in your blood
So many things I misunderstood as a little rascal
And the thoughts can sometimes make me feel bad
Because I had to become one myself before I could acknowledge
The value of a man's responsibility, and it took far too long
Because it's a long road, that can be really tough
At least I've still broken my nose fewer times than you