Paroles et traduction TV-2 - Amerika

Amerika

Nå men, der gik jeg så en sommerdag og forsøgte at få lidt orden på mit liv
Ud af historien faldt et postkort fra en allerede overvundet tid
Vores afsenderadresse var Amerika, Seksogfirstres, Skanderborg
Det var vores første sted i livet, et liv der varede lige omkring et år
Vi boede til leje i et hus ved søen, mig og nogle stykker inde fra byen af
En dag så vi på et kort at vores drømmeslot hed Amerika
Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand
Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det:
At alting vender tilbage
Vi spurgte en mand fra egnen, hvorfor det hed Amerika
Han forsvandt ind i fortiden - og vendte tøvende tilbage:
Engang for længe siden henne på den lokale kro
Var sognets landsbytosse håndfast blevet lagt til ro
Han vågnede og bad om ordet, stillede sig op på et bord og sagde:
Farvel, alle I skiderikker, nu ta? r jeg til Amerika
Om morgenen var han forsvundet, over isen var han gået
De fandt ham ude i jeres lade, længere var han ikke nået
Han hang og dinglede i et reb, han havde taget sig selv af dage
Siden dengang har folk kaldt stedet her for Amerika
Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand
Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det: At alting vender tilbage
Som tragedie, som farce, som soap, som opera, som postkort fra Amerika
Vi tog hinanden om livet og gik ud i laden næste nat
Månen for henover himlen, vinden hylede som besat
Vi rykkede tættere sammen og udbragte så en skål
For alle de der trodser frygten og forfølger deres mål
Næste sommer skulle vi videre, hver vores vej og hver til sit
Jeg tænker tit på om I opdagede jeres Amerika
Og om jeg nogensinde finder mit?
Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand
Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det: At alting vender tilbage
Som tragedie, som farce, som soap, som skæbne, som opera, som postkort fra Amerika

America

My dear, it was a summer's day, and I was trying to bring some order into my life
Out of time, a postcard fell from an era long past
Our sender's address was America, Sixty-six, Skanderborg
It was our first home, a life that lasted about a year
We rented a house by the lake, me and some guys from town
One day, we saw on a map that our dream castle was called America
It's farther away than the mind can reach
The dreams must be taken into account to understand it:
That everything comes back
We asked a local man why it was called America
He disappeared into the past and hesitantly came back:
Long ago, at the local tavern
The village idiot was unceremoniously put to rest
He woke up and asked for the floor, stood on a table and said:
Farewell, you bastards, I'm going to America
In the morning, he had disappeared; he had walked across the ice
They found him in your barn; he hadn't gotten any farther
He was hanging from a rope, he had taken his own life
Since then, people have called this place America
It's farther away than the mind can reach
The dreams must be taken into account to understand it: That everything comes back
As tragedy, as farce, as soap, as opera, as a postcard from America
We embraced and went to the barn the next night
The moon passed over the sky, the wind howled like a banshee
We moved closer together and toasted
To all those who defy fear and pursue their goals
Next summer, we would move on, each our own way and to our own
I often wonder if you found your America
And if I will ever find mine?
It's farther away than the mind can reach
The dreams must be taken into account to understand it: That everything comes back
As tragedy, as farce, as soap, as fate, as opera, as a postcard from America