Paroles et traduction Trepac - Jeg Kender En Plaget Mand

Jeg Kender En Plaget Mand

Jeg kender en mand der har rigeligt at slås med,
Han bokser med fortidens fejl
For han tænker konstant på tiderne inden at alle hans venner forsvandt
Han er helt alene,
Det utænkeligt men sandt,
Han har folk omkring sig,
Men han føler ik′ de kender hinanden
Og hans liv er et cirkus fra ende til anden,
Men han vender den anden kind til,
Accepterer han lever i intetheden,
Vender om ved selv den mindste sten på vejen og lægger sig ind til siden,
Og ingen ka' vide hvad det virkelig foregår på indersiden
Men de sikkert også pisseligeglade,
For hans bedste ven er ensomheden
Og han har været single siden... ja, så længe han ka′ huske
Ik' at det betyder det store,
Han forventer alligevel ik' at finde en kvinde
Der kan puste liv i de sørgelige rester,
Han er træt så han magter ik′ at prøve kræfter
Med den skrøbelige tragikomiske kærlighed der bedøver hans tanker
Han er stemplet i rollen som bitter mand,
Men han holder det ud
Holder det i sig,
Med lodder og trisser, som gælder det livet,
Han kender fiasko,
Forvendt og fortvivlet,
Kender til smerte,
Men kender ik′ spillet,
Så han lider, kæmper videre,
Indtil dagen hvor hans liv det ender i stilhed...

Jeg kender en plaget mand
Han græder i smug,
Han er vred,
Han kan ik' gøre for det
Han prøver at træde vande
For han nægter at drukne,
Han kæmper,
Han holder sig oppe
Jeg kender en plaget mand
Vis verden omkring ham forfalder for hvert et sekund
Og selvom han prøver hårdt,
Så lider han stadig og føler at verden er ond

Men en dag fik han tilsyneladende nok,
Han nægtede at vente mere
Så han meldte sig syg fra sit job,
Han var fast besluttet på at ende det her
En reaktion den var vel ventet,
Han var klar til at starte helvede
Så han fandt sin riffel, startede bilen og kørte mod parlamentet
Så træt af menneskeheden,
Han var færdig med dem,
Han var klar til at gi′ verden igen,
Så han efterlod hjerter derhjemme,
De sku' også lære smerte at kende,
Så han kørte efter skiltene der viste mod Hovedstaden,
Men uden at vide hvad det egentlig sku′ føre med sig
Men han vidste han var klar til at skyde, klar til at bryde våbenhvilen,
Så han parkerede på pladsen foran parlamentet og stod ud af bilen
Fandt riflen, kiggede rundt, holdt facaden
Lagde kinden på kolben, blikket på sigtet og skød på folk på gaden
Så dem løbe, hørte dem skrige,
Skød på biler der kørte forbi
Og der gik vel næsten 5 minutter før der var politi alle vegne
Så han skød omkring sig,
De søgte i sikkerhed,
Men det endte med elleve døde pansere før de fik ham ned...

Jeg kendte en plaget mand
Han græd i smug,
Han var vred,
Han ku' ik′ gøre for det
Han prøvede at træde vande
For han nægtede at drukne,
Han kæmpede,
Han holdt sig oppe
Jeg kendte en plaget mand
Vis verden omkring ham forfaldt for hvert et sekund
Og selvom han prøvede hårdt,
Så led han stadig og følte at verden var ond

I Know a Troubled Man

I know a man who has plenty to fight with,
He boxes with the mistakes of the past
Because he constantly thinks about the times before all his friends disappeared
He is all alone,
Unthinkable but true,
He has people around him,
But he doesn't feel like they know each other
And his life is a circus from end to end,
But he turns the other cheek,
Accepts that he lives in nothingness,
Turns around at even the smallest stone on the road and lies down to the side,
And no one can know what's really going on inside
But they're probably also quite indifferent,
Because his best friend is loneliness
And he's been single since... well, as long as he can remember
Not that it matters much,
He doesn't expect to find a woman anyway
Who can breathe life into the sad remnants,
He is tired so he can't bring himself to try harder
With the fragile tragicomic love that numbs his thoughts
He's stuck in the role of the bitter man,
But he endures it
Holds it in,
With blocks and tackles, as if his life depends on it,
He knows failure,
Perverted and desperate,
Knows pain,
But doesn't know the game,
So he suffers, fights on,
Until the day his life ends in silence...

I know a troubled man
He cries secretly,
He is angry,
He can't help it
He tries to tread water
Because he refuses to drown,
He struggles,
He keeps himself up
I know a troubled man
Whose world around him decays with every second
And even though he tries hard,
He still suffers and feels that the world is evil

But one day he apparently had enough,
He refused to wait any longer
So he called in sick from his job,
He was determined to end this
A reaction that was well expected,
He was ready to start hell
So he found his rifle, started the car and drove towards the parliament
So tired of humanity,
He was done with them,
He was ready to give it back to the world,
So he left hearts at home,
They should also learn pain,
So he drove after the signs that pointed towards the capital,
But without knowing what it would actually lead to
But he knew he was ready to shoot, ready to break the truce,
So he parked in the square in front of the parliament and got out of the car
Found the rifle, looked around, kept his composure
Put his cheek on the stock, his eye on the sight and shot at people on the street
Saw them run, heard them scream,
Shot at cars passing by
And it took almost 5 minutes before there were police everywhere
So he shot around him,
They sought cover,
But it ended with eleven dead armored men before they got him down...

I knew a troubled man
He cried secretly,
He was angry,
He couldn't help it
He tried to tread water
Because he refused to drown,
He fought,
He kept himself up
I knew a troubled man
Whose world around him decayed with every second
And even though he tried hard,
He still suffered and felt that the world was evil