Paroles et traduction RH - For Sent

For Sent

Lå-lå, lå-lå, lå-lå, lå-lå
Er vi på eller hvad?

Endnu et skud er blevet affyret
Endnu en bror som er gået bort
Endnu en mor som er knust
Det' ikk ham, men det' hende, som du ramt' hårdt
Det' ung' drenge, der bli'r sendt ud for at lave en drive-by
Er det bare mig, eller er der noget galt?
Hvem er vi til at gøre Guds arbejd'?
For jeg savner den tid, hvor vi, vi ku' gå på gaden
Uden at tænk' på en kugl' den ku' flyve forbi
Bror, hjælp mig lige, la' os handle nu
Før den næste generation falder i

Brormand, fortæl mig, hvor langt vil de gå?
Ska' det ende med, min lillebror spiller bold i gården
Med en skudsikker vest på?
En skudsikker vest på

Når de ruller forbi dem, og ruller vinduet ned
Har de glemt den almægtige? En dag ska' de allesammen med
Der' ingen gangsters i Paradis, det' noget, vi allesammen ved
Du vil stå til regnskab for alt

Ingenting ta'r du med i din grav
Hverken penge eller dyrebare ting
Hva' hjælper dit liv, når din sjæl er alen'?
Na-na-nah
Ingenting ta'r du med i din grav
Ta' dig sammen, før dit navn står på en gravsten
Ingen vej tilbage, for nu' alting for sent
Ingen vej tilbage, for nu' alting for sent

Tænker på, hvor dine forældre kom fra, ah-ah
Stak af fra bomber og livet i en bunker
De flygted' derfra for at finde fred
Men de misted' deres søn på en dansk jord
Skyderi hver dag på en ny gade
Endnu en søn taget fra hans mor
Det' på tide, vi holder sammen, før vi mister flere af vores egn'
Ingenting her er ligesom dengang, hvor et barn var et barn
Folk her er gået over stregen
Ingenting her er ligesom dengang

Brormand, fortæl mig, hvor langt vil de gå?
Ska' det ende med, min lillebror spiller bold i gården
Med en skudsikker vest på?
En skudsikker vest på

Når de ruller forbi dem, og ruller vinduet ned
Har de glemt den almægtige? En dag ska' de allesammen med
Der' ingen gangsters i Paradis, det' noget, vi allesammen ved
Du vil stå til regnskab for alt[Omkvæd]
Ingenting ta'r du med i din grav
Hverken penge eller dyrebare ting
Hva' hjælper dit liv, når din sjæl er alen'?
Na-na-nah
Ingenting ta'r du med i din grav
Ta' dig sammen, før dit navn står på en gravsten
Ingen vej tilbage, for nu' alting for sent
Ingen vej tilbage, for nu' alting for sent

For nu' alting for sent
For nu' alting for sent

Og de ruller forbi dem, og ruller vinduet ned
Der' ingen gangsters i Paradis, det' noget, vi allesammen ved
Du vil stå til regnskab for alt
(Lå-lå, lå-lå)

For Sent

La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
Are we on or what?

Another shot fired
Another brother gone
Another mother's broken
It ain't him but it's her that you really hit
Young boys getting sent out to do a drive-by
Is it just me or is something wrong?
Who are we to do God's work?
'Cause I miss the time when we, we could walk the streets
Without thinking a bullet could come flying by
Bro, help me out, let's do something now
Before the next generation falls

Bro, tell me, how far will they go?
Is it gonna end with my little brother playing ball in the yard
With a bulletproof vest on?
A bulletproof vest on

As they roll past and roll the window down
Did they forget about the almighty? One day they'll all have to go
There ain't no gangsters in Paradise, that's something we all know
You will be held accountable for everything

You can't take anything with you to the grave
Neither money nor precious things
What good is your life when your soul is alone?
Na-na-nah
You can't take anything with you to the grave
Get your act together before your name is on a tombstone
No way back, 'cause now it's too late
No way back, 'cause now it's too late

Thinking about where your parents came from, oh-oh
Flew from bombs and living in a bunker
They escaped there to find peace
But they lost their son on Danish ground
Shootings every day in a new street
Another son taken from his mother
It's time for us to come together before we lose more of our own
Nothing here is the same as when a child was a child
People here have crossed the line
Nothing here is the same as before

Bro, tell me, how far will they go?
Is it gonna end with my little brother playing ball in the yard
With a bulletproof vest on?
A bulletproof vest on

As they roll past and roll the window down
Did they forget about the almighty? One day they'll all have to go
There ain't no gangsters in Paradise, that's something we all know
You will be held accountable for everything[Chorus]
You can't take anything with you to the grave
Neither money nor precious things
What good is your life when your soul is alone?
Na-na-nah
You can't take anything with you to the grave
Get your act together before your name is on a tombstone
No way back, 'cause now it's too late
No way back, 'cause now it's too late

'Cause now it's too late
'Cause now it's too late

And as they roll past and roll the window down
There ain't no gangsters in Paradise, that's something we all know
You will be held accountable for everything
(La-la, la-la)