Текст и перевод песни Danser Med Drenge - Rejs dig op & kom videre

Rejs dig op & kom videre

Jeg gik og hang med mit hoved
For hele lortet gik ned
En lang dum periode
Var jeg den forfulgte uskyldighed
En aften lå jeg og krammed' min pude
Jeg ku' ikke klare det mer'
Jeg tænkte: Gud, hvis du er derude
Så ta' og 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 og 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 hver gang jeg hører
Om selvmedlidenhed i de folk
Jeg selv har skabt
Rejs dig op og kom videre
Ellers er det sgu da lidt for slapt
Jeg stod lammet og gloede
Han skar det helt ud i pap
Jeg gik ellers lige og 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 og kom videre
La' nu vær at ha ondt af dig selv
Glem de dårlige tider
Det nytter ik' alligevel
Jeg bli'r så træt hver gang jeg hører
Om selvmedlidenheden i folk
Den har fanden skabt
Rejs dig op og 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
Rejs dig op og kom videre
La' nu vær at ha ondt af dig selv
Glem de dårlige tider
Det nytter ik' alligevel
Jeg bli'r så træt hver gang jeg hører
Om selvmedlidenheden i folk
Den har fanden skabt
Rejs dig op og kom videre
Ellers er det sgu da lidt for slapt

Stand Up and Move On

Darling, you were down in the dumps
'Cause everything was going wrong
A long, miserable season
You were an innocent being pursued
One night, you were hugging your pillow
Couldn't take it anymore
You thought: "Oh, God, if you're out there
Help me – get me out of this"
You woke up in a bank with a start
I guess you had to cash a check
There was a person at the counter
With a big, bushy mustache – he said:
Stand up and move on
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
Forget the bad times, it's no use, anyway
I get so tired whenever I hear
About the self-pity in people
I've created myself
Stand up and move on
Or else it's just too weak
You stood there paralyzed and stared
He cut it out bluntly
You had thought that God
Could have helped, but he was tough
He said: "Stop being a crybaby
You know what I'm going to say
You were made to enjoy life
So go home and smoke a good cigar"
Stand up and move on
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
Forget the bad times
It's no use, anyway
I get so tired whenever I hear
About the self-pity in people
It was created by the devil
Stand up and move on
Or else it's just too weak
Then he gently took my wrist
And looked into my soul
He said: "Life will be good when you remember
There's a world outside yourself"
I don't remember anything else
But since then, I've been having a blast
It's possible that he doesn't exist
But that doesn't mean he can't be right
Stand up and move on
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
Forget the bad times
It's no use, anyway
I get so tired whenever I hear
About the self-pity in people
It was created by the devil
Stand up and move on
Or else it's just too weak