Текст и перевод песни Lars Vaular - Ballerina

Ballerina

Du var, du var min ballerina
I mellom galehus og gale gallerier
Det e'kkje sant det alle sammen sier
Alle sammen lyger
Du var, du var min ballerina
I mellom galehus og gale gallerier
Det e'kkje sant det alle alle sammen sier
Alle sammen lyger

Noen smeller må du gi, noen smeller må du ta
Og når det smeller gjelder det å holde hodet kaldere enn 50 meter under vann
På tynn is, men det e sand (kvikksand), så du kan strø alt du kan
Alt faller uansett gjennom hvis du tråkker gjennom der isen blir til havet
Dette er bare ord, eg kan huske en gang
Blikket var blankt, stikket var dypt
Gjorde meg ydmyk i møte med livets kalde kniv
Som stadig kan hoppe ut sliren igjen
Ydmyk i forhold til tid, ydmyk i forhold til kropp
Ka bor i hjeret til menn?
Blodet kan bli til en propp
Noe kan bli til en flom
Størknet over min hånd
Du er min venn, no e det nok
Nå vil du hem, nå skal vi hjem
Ka har vi glemt?

Det e'kkje sant e'kkje sant det de sier om deg
Det e'kkje sant det de sier om meg
Det e'kkje sant det de sier om deg
Det e'kkje sant det de sier om meg

Afiliert kriminell aktivitet
Vi e kun offere av nysgjerrighet
Vi bare tror, tro meg eg vet
Når det går bra, når det går helt forbannade galt
Kan eg få si, du og din anatomi
Vet ikkje helt ka du blander deg i
Var konsentrert, ble vannet ut
Havnet ut på tidevannet, renner nok ut
Lille ungdommen i lille Lundgården
Like hardbarket som Morten Harket
Hønen sparket over hele kartet
Drakk det vi var ment å makte
Fekter med fakler mot [?]
[?] på bar bakke, nekter hardnakket

Ballerina

You were, you were my ballerina
In between madhouses and mad galleries
It's not true what everyone says
They all lie
You were, you were my ballerina
In between madhouses and mad galleries
It's not true what everyone says
They all lie

You have to give some slaps, you have to take some slaps
And when it explodes, it's about keeping your head colder than 160 feet underwater
On thin ice, but it's sand (quicksand), so you can sprinkle all you can
Everything still falls through if you step through where the ice becomes the sea
These are just words, I can remember a time
The look was blank, the sting was deep
Made me humble in the face of life's cold knife
That can always jump out of its sheath again
Humble in relation to time, humble in relation to the body
What dwells in the hearts of men?
The blood can become a clot
Something can become a flood
Clotted over my hand
You are my friend, now it’s enough
Now you want to go home, now we're going home
What have we forgotten?

It's not true, it's not true what they say about you
It's not true what they say about me
It's not true what they say about you
It's not true what they say about me

Affiliated with crime
We are only victims of curiosity
We just believe, believe me I know
When it goes well, when it goes terribly wrong
Can I say, you and your anatomy
Don't know what you're getting yourself into
Was concentrated, got diluted
Ended up in the tide, will probably run out
Little youth in little Lundgården
As hardened as Morten Harket
The hen kicked all over the map
Drank what we were meant to handle
Fencing with torches against [?]
[?] on bare ground, stubbornly refuses