Текст и перевод песни Jokeren feat. Ataf Khawaja - Nye Tider

Nye Tider

New Times

Jeg ser ham

I see him

Ser ham på gaden, ser hele balladen

See him on the street, see the whole drama

Før den er ved at opstå, jeg ved hvad han vil

Before it's about to happen, I know what he wants

Opnå, lisså snart han siger "Hva såå"

Achieve, as soon as he says "What's up"

Og hurtigt klapper mig på lommerne imens jeg går, men yo

And quickly pats my pockets as I walk by, but yo

Så mærker han min hånd om min kniv

Then he feels my hand around my knife

Vi ser på hinanden og vi går videre i vores liv,

We look at each other and we move on with our lives,

For i dag ku det ha endt med mord eller røveri

Because today it could have ended in murder or robbery

Men i dag gik vi begge fri, vi gik væk fordi

But today we both went free, we went away because

Det' det samme kvarter vi startede ud i

It's the same neighborhood we started out in

De samme gader alle vores venner slipper skud i

The same streets all our friends are shooting in

Det ene øjeblik så' din homie med på turen

One moment your homie is with you on the journey

Det næste sekund er han et billede på muren, og

The next second, he's a picture on the wall, and

Vi' her i de samme gader, samme gråd, samme glæder

We are here in the same streets, same cries, same joys

Samme ting vi elsker, samme ting vi hader

Same things we love, same things we hate

Det' ikke så svært træd et skridt tilbage

It's not that hard to take a step back

For den der mister overblikket har selv talt sine dage

Because whoever loses sight of the big picture has counted his own days

Det hele handler om penge

It's all about money

Hvor længe ka du mon hænge?

How long can you hang?

Før at skæbnen henter dig

Before fate comes for you

Før de tar dig til fange

Before they capture you

Før de ruller op på dig

Before they roll up on you

Over duller og coca

Over weed and coke

Ta og stop mens du kan, ellers vil de få dig

Stop while you can, otherwise they'll get you

For folk er syge i hodet

Because people are sick in the head

De vil ha have hævn og se blod

They want revenge and see blood

Vil ha magt og respekt

They want power and respect

Og en bil der ser ud

And a car that looks the part

Og det vil altid gå ned, det vil altid blive ved

And it will always go down, it will always continue

Hvis ikke vi alle slutter fred mens der stadig er tid

If we don't all make peace while there's still time

Op i min homies ride - pistoler har han to af

Up in my homie's ride - he has two pistols

Blæst på coca klar til at blæse fjendens roe af

High on coke, ready to blow off the enemy's peace

Han hvisker: "Der ingen love på disse gader

He whispers: "There are no laws on these streets

Kun snitches og forrædere, samt skumle bitches der sladrer", han hader

Only snitches and traitors, and shady bitches who gossip", he hates

Dem mere end de pansere der chikanerer ham

Them more than the cops that harass him

Kropsvisiterer ham hver gang de passerer ham

Body search him every time they pass him

Han sværger han har fået nok

He swears he's had enough

Vil ha vendetta

He wants revenge

Kan se han mener det på måden han knuger sin barettas

I can see he means it by the way he clenches his Beretta

Desværre kan ikke få ham til at la vær' for homie

Unfortunately, I can't get him to stop, because homie

Lever ved sværdet så han falder ved sværdet

Lives by the sword so he dies by the sword

Han er helt fra den har været det siden han var 13

He's been off the rails since he was 13

Som for resten også var det første år han kom for retten

Which was also the first year he went to court

Han er legemliggørelsen af gadernes ånd

He is the embodiment of the streets' spirit

Og en forblændet ungdom der ikke kan tæmmes med lovens hånd

And a blinded youth that can't be tamed with the hand of the law

Og der' ingen overdrivelser i mine beskrivelser

And there are no exaggerations in my descriptions

Det' bare et sandt billede på hvad der omgiver mig

It's just a true picture of what surrounds me

Jeg gik en

I took a

Tur forbi min homeboys crib, han sad og vejede

Walk past my homeboy's crib, he was sitting there weighing

Stofferne af, men han fyldte sin pistols clip

The drugs, but he was filling his pistol clip

Jeg sagde hva laver du? han svarede: "Det' jobbet"

I said what are you doing? He replied: "It's the job"

"Du har tjent dit, yo, du burde være stoppet"

"You've done your time, yo, you should have stopped"

For homboy vi' ikke så unge mer

Because homeboy we are not so young anymore

Til gengæld er vi fandme blevet en hel del tungere der

On the other hand, we've gotten a hell of a lot heavier there

Så hvorfor skal de kampe vi udkæmper

So why should the battles we fight

Føres med maskinpistoler med lyddæmper?

Be waged with silenced machine guns?

Ingen kan vide sig sikker, hvem er din ven hvem er stikker

No one can feel safe, who's your friend, who's a snitch

Hvem er desperat nok til at trække triggeren?

Who's desperate enough to pull the trigger?

Det' nye tider, syge tider, så hold din øjne åbne

It's new times, sick times, so keep your eyes open

Hånden på våbnet hvis du gerne vil videre

Hand on the weapon if you want to move on

Homies griner, sir: "ataf, puds din glorie"

Homies are laughing, saying: "Ataf, polish your halo"

Bust hellere en gangster historie nede fra territoriet

Bust a gangster story from down in the territory

Jeg gir dem noget der sætter ild i gaden

I give them something that sets the streets on fire

Homies, jeg elsker jeg alle sammen må i finde freden

Homies, I love you all, may you find peace

Hvorfor ska vi to slås?

Why should we fight?

Vi lever i de samme gader

We live in the same streets

Hvad sker der for os?

What's wrong with us?

Når vi elsker, når vi hader?

When we love, when we hate?