Текст и перевод песни Kesi - Tæt På Runddelen (Outro)

Tæt På Runddelen (Outro)

Både i gode tider, hårde tider, ved vi livet det går videre
Fra baggård til forsider, ved vi livet det går videre
Indre by, betonblok, beboer
Intet lys hvor ingen blomster gror
Vi skal nok blive ved at knokle mor, og vi skal nok love at holde vores ord

Men ingen jeg kender tænker rationelt, lever for at klare os selv
Alt og vi får klaret os selv, ingen plads til sarte sjæle
I landet af de fattige, har man intet andet end at have noget at have det i
For ligeså snart vi ikke står for noget falder vi
Og ligeså snart noget ikke går så løber vi. sikke en kattepine

Historier fra de gader jeg er født på
Holder hovedet højt for ikke at dø ung
Lever som en syndebuk, men fik en melodi jeg kunne synge på
Og mere i mit glas som jeg kunne synge på

Vi gik fra drengestreger, til fester med de lange streger
Mange nederlag gør vi kun kan ramme sejr
Kærlighed til alle de drenge i min lejr
Vi prøver at ramme en milliard ligesom Lars Seier

Har gjort mange ting som jeg ikke vil prøve at glemme mere. Jeg klarer mig selv behøver
Ikke nogens hjælp mere. De venner jeg havde vi slet ikke tætte mere, men hvem havde
Troet det skulle ende her? Hvem havde troet det skulle ende her? hvem havde troet
Det skulle ende her? yeah

Og du skal ikke bede for mig for jeg kommer ikke hjem mere
Men hvem havde troet det skulle ende her?
Hvem havde troet det skulle ende her?
Jeg okay ligenu jeg leder ikke efter mig mere

Close to the Roundabout (Outro)

Both in good times, hard times, we know life goes on
From backyard to front pages, we know life goes on
Inner-city, concrete block, resident
No light where no flowers grow
We will have to keep on hustling, mother, and we will have to promise to keep our word

But no one I know thinks rationally, lives to take care of ourselves
Everything and we manage to take care of ourselves, no room for delicate souls
In the land of the poor, you have nothing but something to have something in
Because as soon as we stand for nothing we fall
And as soon as something doesn't work, we run. What a drag

Stories from the streets I was born on
Hold my head up high so as not to die young
Living like a scapegoat, but got a melody I could sing on
And more in my glass that I could sing on

We went from boyish pranks to parties with long lines
Many defeats make us only able to hit victory
Love for all the boys in my camp
We are trying to hit a billion like Lars Seier

I have done many things that I don't want to try to forget anymore. I cope myself I don't need
Anyone's help anymore. Those friends I had we were not close at all anymore, but who would have
Thought it would end here? Who would have thought it would end here? Who would have thought
It would end here? Yeah

And you shouldn't pray for me because I'm not coming home anymore
But who would have thought it would end here?
Who would have thought it would end here?
I'm okay right now I'm not looking for myself anymore