Текст и перевод песни Ataf - Gadens ånd

Gadens ånd

Jeg gadens ånd - jeg laved' dig
Fordærved' dig og gjorde dig kold som is
Min ghetto dreng - må du rest in peace

Andre sagde du var uduelig ubrugelig
Men jeg ku se noget i din' øjn'
Der var ukueligt
En arrogance
Viljen til at få revanche
Imod dem
Der aldrig ga' dig en chance
Systemet så dig
Som en klods om benet
Dit navn
Og din hudfarve var problemet
Dine forældre
Havde det heller ik for nemt
Og ku ik fornemme
Hva du gik igennem
En gang imellem
Det var som om alt var dig imod
Afmægtig men
Man hørte dig aldrig si' noget
Tavs
Gik du rundt og var utilfreds
Utilpas
Med sjæl der var fuld af stress
Jeg tog dig til mig
Ind under mine vinger
Og lært' dig vinde
Ved at tá skæbnen
I egne hænder
Jeg ga' dig alt det
Du ik sku ha haft
Penge prompt og pragt
Big gunz og magt

Jeg gadens ånd - jeg laved' dig
Fordærved' dig og gjorde dig kold som is
Min ghetto dreng - må du rest in peace

Jeg så dit potentiale
Derfor handled' jeg
Forvandled' dig
Til en forbandet ghettosuperstar
En gangstar
Bevæbnet med en 9'er
Social afviger
Coke sælgende dagdriver
Din far så det
Men ku intet gør
Min indflydelse var større
Du ku hverken se eller høre
For jeg hæmmede dit sind
Forblændede det med bling
Og et forbrug
Der kun ka tæmmes med peng'
Men han konfronterede dig
Du ignorerede bare
Lukked' af for hans spørgesmål
Gad ik at svare
For der ik plads til sund fornuft
I en verden der' kurupt
Skabt på løgn og utugt
Du var mit produkt
Du gjorde alt for mig
Uden at ku se hva du misted'
Da du faldt for mig
Jeg rakte min hånd
Der skabtes et bånd
Og jeg døbte dig i gadernes ånd

Jeg gadens ånd - jeg laved' dig
Fordærved' dig og gjorde dig kold som is
Min ghetto dreng - må du rest in peace

Nu har du brændt dine broer
Til din far og din mor
Glemt hvem du var
Og svigtet din bror
For som dig
Går han ogs i min' fodspor
For han vil være præcis
Lisom storebror
Og det har ramt dig
Du angre
Vil ha jeg ska slip mit tag
Men bordet fanger
Med sammenbidte tænder
Knytted' hænder
Står du nu brøler
At vi to ik længere er venner
Som om det sku røre mig
Du må ha glemt
Jeg gadens ånd
Skabt af asfalt og cement
Jeg har ingen forståelse
Eller følelser
Kun et instinkt
Der laver små drenge til spøgelser

Jeg gadens ånd - jeg laved' dig
Fordærved' dig og gjorde dig kold som is
Min ghetto dreng - må du rest in peace

Spirit of the Streets

I'm the spirit of the streets - I created you
Corrupted you and turned you cold as ice
My ghetto boy - may you rest in peace

Others said you were useless and good for nothing
But I saw something in your eyes
That was unyielding
An arrogance
A will to get revenge
Against them
Who never gave you a chance
The system saw you
As a burden
Your name
And your skin color were the problem
Your parents
Didn't have it easy either
And could not sense
What you were going through
Once in a while
It felt like everything was against you
Powerless but
Nobody ever heard you say anything
Silent
You walked around and were dissatisfied
Uncomfortable
With a soul that was full of stress
I took you to me
Under my wings
And taught you to win
By taking fate
Into your own hands
I gave you everything
You shouldn't have had
Money fast and splendor
Big guns and power

I'm the spirit of the streets - I created you
Corrupted you and turned you cold as ice
My ghetto boy - may you rest in peace

I saw your potential
That's why I acted
Transformed you
Into a damn ghetto superstar
A gangster
Armed with a 9
Social outcast
Coke-selling layabout
Your father saw it
But could do nothing
My influence was greater
You could neither see nor hear
For I hindered your mind
Blinded it with bling
And a consumption
That can only be tamed with money
But he confronted you
You just ignored it
Closed off to his questions
Didn't want to answer
Because there was no room for common sense
In a world that is corrupt
Created on lies and fornication
You were my product
You did everything for me
Without being able to see what you were missing
When you fell for me
I reached out my hand
A bond was created
And I baptized you in the spirit of the streets

I'm the spirit of the streets - I created you
Corrupted you and turned you cold as ice
My ghetto boy - may you rest in peace

Now you've burned your bridges
To your father and your mother
Forgotten who you were
And betrayed your brother
Because like you
He also walks in my footsteps
For he wants to be exactly
Like his big brother
And it has hit you
You regret
You want me to let go
But the table captures
With gritted teeth
Clenched hands
You now stand and roar
That the two of us are no longer friends
As if that would touch me
You must have forgotten
I'm the spirit of the streets
Created from asphalt and cement
I have no understanding
Or feelings
Only an instinct
That turns little boys into ghosts

I'm the spirit of the streets - I created you
Corrupted you and turned you cold as ice
My ghetto boy - may you rest in peace