Текст и перевод песни KAJ - Dehär e min by

Dehär e min by

Gråa lador, gula fält
He e he enda ja nain gang ha känt
Gålan röd å knutan vit
He e he enda ja nain gang ha sit
Å ja veit
Att it e låter så bedrövlit
Å ja veit
Att ja har allt som e behövlit
Men fast ja veit
Allt ede
Så har ja it na ti jämför me

Dehär e mitt heim
Dehär e min by
Ja sko it byt an måot in ny
Ja känder all föussin
Å bakanett knöussin
Ere bara massa sly

Ja har dröömd
Om ett ställ
Tär man får va se själv å it måst klä se i flanell
Ett paradis
Tär man får välg
Mellan meir än ti stick sockor
Elo styck in älg
Ja inom mig
Tär ha e väckts ett hopp
Om ett liv me meir
Än bara päror å kalops

Dehär e mitt heim
Dehär e min by
Om ja sko byt an måot in ny
Tå sko ja slipp föussin
Å bakanett knöussin
Sko ja si en nyan vy
Me öppna landskap å oändliga hav
Utan talko å utan krav
Tär it allt handlar om blåbärin
Tär ja sko pass in

Josua
Allt som såolin rör vid e vårt kommunala rike
Å ein da ska allt va tett
Men va finns på ader sidon murin?
Vi gar aldri tid!
Eje ett höfäälot ställ fullt åv höfäälot schack
Å ja veit it va ja vill
Va ska ja ta me till?
E finns ju it na lät svar på dehär
Fast ja sko jär rätt så blir e heilt feil på na sätt
Å va ska ja jär?

Dehär e mitt heim
Dehär e min by
Ja sko it byt an måot in ny
Men ja ha sit all föussin
Å bakanett knöussin
Finns e meir än bara sly
E finns na som drar å nainting som halder me kvar
Ja sko konn fly
Papp sko få plock sina egna bär

This is my village

Gray barns, yellow fields
This is all I have ever known
Yellow and red with a white knot
This is all I have ever seen
And I know
That it doesn't sound so bad
And I know
That I have everything I need
But even though I know
All of this
I have nothing to compare it to

This is my home
This is my village
I would not trade it for a new one
I know all the faces
And behind the fists
There is nothing but resentment

I have dreamed
Of a place
Where you can be yourself and not have to dress in flannel
A paradise
Where you can choose
Between more than ten pairs of socks
Or a piece of elk
Inside me
There is a glimmer of hope
For a life with more
Than just potatoes and stew

This is my home
This is my village
If I were to trade it for a new one
Then I would miss the faces
And behind the fists
Would I see a new view
With open landscapes and endless oceans
Without gossip and without demands
Where not everything revolves around blueberries
Where I would fit in

Joshua
Everything that the sun touches is our communal kingdom
And one day everything will be connected
But what lies on the other side of the wall?
We never have time!
Isn't there a better place full of better people
And I don't know what I want
What should I take with me?
There is no easy answer to this
Even if I did everything right, it would still be all wrong somehow
And what should I do?

This is my home
This is my village
I would not trade it for a new one
But I have seen all the faces
And behind the fists
There is more than just resentment
There are those who pull and something that holds me back
I could run away
Dad would have to pick his own berries