Текст и перевод песни Advance Patrol - Dialogen (98 Års Områdesversion)

Dialogen (98 Års Områdesversion)

Gonza Blatteskånska:
De va de han, han snackade du vet Vi och Dem, vadå Vi och Dem?

Juan Havana:
Mm... Liksom, hur kan man liksom utala sig på de sättet?
Helt svensk, liksom ja vi ska sätta in blatten i systemet, vi ska få han svensk, o vi få ska han, blanda sig med alla kulturer...

Gonza Blatteskånska:
Tch... Bullshit...

Juan Havana:
Aah... De går inte sånt där...

Gonza Blatteskånska:
Saken e att... Som du sa inann Juan, ja drar till Chile, va e ja där?
Ja vet shi egentligen... Svensk?
Ja e en svensson där, en potatis... Rakt av...

Juan Havana:
Mmmisim

Gonza Blatteskånska:
Va e ja här? För folk en blatte...

Juan Havana:
Ja exakt Kommer man hit, man känner alla... Folk ser endå som en blatte, riktig blatte...

Gonza Blatteskånska:
Stuck in the middle...

Juan Havana:
Yeah Misim, om vi säger, om om vi kommer, om vi sätter ner foten o säger...
Va e du Gonza e du Chilenare eller Svensk?

Gonza Blatteskånska:
Säg mig hur fan skulle jag kunna svara på en sådan fråga
Jag kom till Sverige när jag var sex jag hade inte ens förmåga
Att skriva förstå det associativa med det destruktiva
Du frågar mig hur det ser ut där de kan jag shi den beskriva
De var flera år sen tretton år sen jag kom hit flyttade hit
Kom bort från skit stället som styrdes av Pinochet en bandit
Växte upp med en blattegrupp gick runt Lindängen som en trupp
Blev det bråk med några svenskar så skulle dem verkligen se upp
Gav aldrig upp visade vem jag var jag kom ifrån
Tryckte svenskarna till vrån
Att dem inte trampa mig på tån
Nu tar jag mikrofon förklara min åsikt helt annorlunda
Har slutat blunda berättar det enkelt ingen onödig runda
Uppväxt här släkten där svensk historia den jag lär
Men lyssna här jag är väldigt stolt över den fetta blod som jag bär
Jag svär blodbandet där, hemlandet där
Och jag förstår alla förvirrade som tror det här är nån misär

Gonza Blatteskånska: Men de ingen misär Juan, de vet du Juanito?, alla har gått igenom såna saker i livet
Juan Havana: Ja liksom, livet e så liksom, så... Så upplevde du de
Gonza Blatteskånska: Ja, hur upplevde du saker o ting?

Juan Havana:
El Maguiver orgullosamente recordando
Cierro mis ojos y lentamente voy soñando
Thinking about where is was raised and where I'm from
87' was the year Juan became the don
Didn't know much and had to grow up really fast
Wit my pops behind bars and my mom was short on cash
I had to realise that from here on Malmö is my home
Y sin el lenguaje you can bet I felt alone
De verdad socio yo sentia la injusticia
Y yo adonde planto mis semillas sin familia
Igual här i Sverige var jag en vanlig blatte kille
Ignoranta svenskar frågade: "Har ni kylskåp i Chile"
Självklart vi chilenare e civiliserat folk
Firar jul, har kniv och gaffel o röker vår holk
Pero cosas materiales nunca nos faltaron
Muchos abusaron de el social y no aguantaron

Dialogue (98 Years Area Version)

Gonza Blatteskånska:
That was what he said, you know, "Us and Them", what's "Us and Them"?

Juan Havana:
Mm... Like, how can you, like, say things like that?
Completely Swedish, like yeah, we're gonna put the blatte in the system, we're gonna make him Swedish, and we're gonna, get him to mix with all cultures...

Gonza Blatteskånska:
Tch... Bullshit...

Juan Havana:
Aah... That stuff doesn't work...

Gonza Blatteskånska:
The thing is... Like you said before Juan, I'm going to Chile, what am I there?
I don't know really... Swedish?
I'm a Swede there, a potato... Straight up...

Juan Havana:
Mmmyeah

Gonza Blatteskånska:
What am I here? For people, a blatte...

Juan Havana:
Yeah exactly, you come here, you know everyone... People still see you as a blatte, a real blatte...

Gonza Blatteskånska:
Stuck in the middle...

Juan Havana:
Yeah, like, if we say, if if we come, if we put our foot down and say...
What are you Gonza, are you Chilean or Swedish?

Gonza Blatteskånska:
Tell me how the hell could I answer such a question
I came to Sweden when I was six, I didn't even have the ability
To write, to understand the associative with the destructive
You ask me what it looks like there, I can barely describe it
It was many years ago, thirteen years ago I came here, moved here
Got away from the shitty place that was ruled by Pinochet, a bandit
Grew up with a blatte group, walked around Lindängen like a troop
If there was trouble with some Swedes, they'd really have to watch out
Never gave up, showed who I was, where I came from
Pushed the Swedes to the corner
So they wouldn't step on my toes
Now I take the microphone, explain my opinion completely different
Stopped being blind, tell it simple, no unnecessary round
Raised here, family there, Swedish history is what I learn
But listen here, I'm very proud of the fat blood that I carry
I swear, the blood ties there, the homeland there
And I understand all the confused ones who think this is some misery

Gonza Blatteskånska: But it's no misery Juan, you know that Juanito?, everyone has gone through such things in life
Juan Havana: Yeah like, life is so like, so... So you experienced it that way
Gonza Blatteskånska: Yeah, how did you experience things?

Juan Havana:
El Maguiver proudly remembering
I close my eyes and slowly I'm dreaming
Thinking about where is was raised and where I'm from
87' was the year Juan became the don
Didn't know much and had to grow up really fast
Wit my pops behind bars and my mom was short on cash
I had to realise that from here on Malmö is my home
And without the language you can bet I felt alone
De verdad socio yo sentia la injusticia
And where do I plant my seeds without family
The same here in Sweden I was a regular blatte kid
Ignorant Swedes asked: "Do you have refrigerators in Chile"
Of course we Chileans are civilized people
We celebrate Christmas, have knives and forks and smoke our pipe
But material things we never lacked
Many abused the social and couldn't handle it