Paroles et traduction Søren Huss - En Smeltet Kaktus I En Vestvendt Vindueskarm

En Smeltet Kaktus I En Vestvendt Vindueskarm

En smeltet kaktus i en vestvendt vindueskarm
Stillestående luft mellem død og larm
Kun en indre færden
I en afmålt og skridsikker verden
Har drejet blikket helt bort, en gennemprøvet sport
Horisontale dage sætter ny rekord
Non-bet tre, seks, fem
Hverken ude eller inde

Kom nu, min ven, spænd hjelmen fast igen
Det stille liv, det søde tidsfordriv
Har sat sig fast i begge hjertekamre
Intet bliver som du tror, for hver en del i nye spor
Giv slip, min ven, luk mørket ind igen
Det søde liv, det nøgne tidsfordriv
Har sat sig fast i begge hjertekamre
Intet bliver som du tror, for hver en del i nye spor

Bag en bunke stanniol og cellofan
Ligger en knap så spændstig skygge af Peter Pan
Drømmer stadig om at flyve
Uden vidner kan man lyve
På lånt tid og talte dage får alt værdi
Overlevelse er dybeste poesi
Kan noget gro og blive større?
Hvis du har alt på det tørre?

Giv slip, min ven, luk mørket ind igen
Det søde liv, det nøgne tidsfordriv
Har sat sig fast i begge hjertekamre
Intet bliver som du tror, for hver en del i nye spor
Kom nu, min ven, spænd hjelmen fast igen
Det stille liv, det søde tidsfordriv
Har sat sig fast i begge hjertekamre
Intet bliver som du tror, for hver en del i nye spor

Kom nu, min ven
(Kom nu, min ven)

A Melted Cactus in a West-facing Window Sill

A melted cactus in a west-facing window sill
Stagnant air between death and clamor
Only an inner journey
In a measured and safe world
Has turned its gaze away, a well-rehearsed sport
Horizontal days set a new record
Non-bet three, six, five
Neither out nor in

Come on, my friend, fasten your helmet again
The quiet life, the sweet pastime
Has settled in both heart chambers
Nothing turns out as you think, for every part in new tracks
Let go, my friend, let the darkness back in
The sweet life, the naked pastime
Has settled in both heart chambers
Nothing turns out as you think, for every part in new tracks

Behind a pile of tin foil and cellophane
Lies a less resilient shadow of Peter Pan
Still dreaming of flying
Without witnesses you can lie
On borrowed time and numbered days everything has value
Survival is the deepest poetry
Can anything grow and become bigger?
If you have everything under control?

Let go, my friend, let the darkness back in
The sweet life, the naked pastime
Has settled in both heart chambers
Nothing turns out as you think, for every part in new tracks
Come on, my friend, fasten your helmet again
The quiet life, the sweet pastime
Has settled in both heart chambers
Nothing turns out as you think, for every part in new tracks

Come on, my friend
(Come on, my friend)