Текст и перевод песни Danser Med Drenge - Rejs Dig Op Og Kom Videre (Live)

Rejs Dig Op Og Kom Videre (Live)

Jeg gik & hang med mit hoved
For hele lortet gik ned
En lang dum periode
Var jeg den forfulgte uskyldighed
En aften lå jeg & krammed' min pude
Jeg ku' ikke klare det mer'
Jeg tænkte: Gud, hvis du er derude
Så ta' & hjælp mig - af med det her
Jeg vågned op med et sæt inde i banken
Jeg sku' vist ha' hævet en check
Der sad en person ved skranken
Med stort cykelstyr overskæg - han sagde:
"Rejs dig op & kom videre
La' nu vær at ha ondt af dig selv
Glem de dårlige tider - for det nytter ik' alligevel
Jeg bli'r så træt hvergang jeg hører -
Om selvmedlidenhed i de folk
Jeg selv har skabt
Rejs dig op & kom videre
Ellers er det sgu da lidt for slapt"
Jeg stod lammet & gloede
Han skar det helt ud i pap
Jeg gik ellers lige & troede
At Gud ku' ha' hjulpet - men han var sgu skrap
Han sagde: Ta' og lad vær' at vær' pivet
Du ved jo hva jeg vil svar'
Du er skabt til at nyde livet
Så gå hjem og ryg en go' cigar
"Rejs dig op & kom videre
La' nu vær at ha ondt af dig selv
Glem de dårlige tider
Det nytter ik' alligevel
Jeg bli'r så træt hvergang jeg hører -
Om selvmedlidenheden i folk
Den har fanden skabt
Rejs dig op & kom videre
Ellers er det sgu da lidt for slapt"
Så tog han mig blidt om mit håndled
Og kiggede ind i min sjæl
Han sagde: "Livet bli'r godt når du husker
At der er en verden udenfor dig selv"
Så husker jeg ikke mere
Men siden har jeg haft det fedt
Det' muligt han ik' eksisterer
Men derfor ka' han sgu da godt ha' ret
Så Rejs dig op og kom videre ...

Get Up and Move On (Live)

I walked along hanging my head
Because everything was going wrong
One long period of misery
I was an innocent victim in my own mind
One night I lay hugging my pillow
I couldn't take any more
I thought: God, if you are out there
Please help me - get me over this
I woke with a start inside a bank
I think I had to cash a check
There was a man behind the counter
With a big handlebar mustache - he said:
"Get up and move on
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
Forget the bad times - because it won't help anyway
I get so tired every time I hear -
About the self-pity in people
I myself have created
Get up and move on
Otherwise it's just too pathetic"
I stood there dumbfounded
He cut it out for me straight
I actually went about thinking
That God could have helped me - but he was harsh
He said: Stop being a crybaby
You know what I want to hear
You were meant to enjoy life
So go home and smoke a good cigar
"Get up and move on
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
Forget the bad times
It won't help anyway
I get so tired every time I hear -
About the self-pity in people
The devil has created it
Get up and move on
Otherwise it's just pathetic"
He gently took my wrist
And looked into my soul
He said: "Life will be good when you remember
That there is a world outside of yourself"
I don't remember any more
But I have been feeling great ever since
It's possible he doesn't exist
But that doesn't mean he can't be right
Get up and move on...