Текст и перевод песни Lars Vaular - Aldri for pen for pønk

Aldri for pen for pønk

Timmy drømte om noe ærlig, tømrer eller snikrer
Ville møte Jesus, ikkje jønkere på sykler
No sier han A-4 verken funker eller virker
Eg e et uvanlig syn som pønkere I kirker
E nesten flau fordi eg plutselig e bigshot
Han e bare glad for meg og sier han e drittstolt
Du gjør tingen din, vil alltid være hip-hop
Noen folk e bare sur for navnet ditt e blitt pop
Eg gjør det for han no, eg gjør det for han stod
Ved siden av meg når eg va en liten gutt I en ny gate
Alt for mange tegn og tolke, mønsterene virker
For meg å danne verdens største labyrinter
Han sa at moren hans børstet støv av bilder
Og fant et av første gang hon skjønte eg va en dikter
Eg va'kkje gangsta, det va kanskje et problem
Hon sa eg var for pen
Hon sa "Du e for pen for det her"
Men eg e aldri for pen for pønk
Men aldri for pen for pønk
Denne e for radio, min hemmelige radio

Never Too Pretty for Punk

Timmy dreamed of something honest, a carpenter or a joiner
Wanted to meet Jesus, not junkies on bikes
Now he says the standard curriculum neither works nor is effective
I'm an unusual sight as a punk in churches
I'm almost embarrassed because I'm suddenly a big shot
He's just happy for me and says he's damn proud
You do your thing, will always be hip-hop
Some people are just sour because your name has become pop
I do it for him now, I do it because he stood by
Next to me when I was a little boy on a strange street
Too many signs and interpretations, the patterns seem
To form the world's largest labyrinths for me
He said his mother dusted off some pictures
And found one of the first times she realized I was a poet
I wasn't gangster, maybe that was a problem
She said I was too pretty
She said "You're too pretty for this"
But I'm never too pretty for punk
But never too pretty for punk
This one's for the radio, my secret radio