Текст и перевод песни Marvelous Mosell - Visdom

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Smilende ansigter, ingen vansmægter
Så længe jeg er på, for teksterne har nektar
Når jeg ikke taler
Sidder jeg i et hjørne og dvæler ved virkelighedens regler
Dagene går, intet kan ændre det
At prøve at holde dem fast er som at holde vand i hænderne
Tider skifter, blade visner
Forhold brister, fristelser gør de glade triste og
Bekendtskaber brydes, kammerater udstødes
Dyrearter udryddes, nye arter fødes
Den tilpassede trives, folkefærd fordrives
Den som har skal mere gives
Tårer smager salt
årene er talte, selv de hårdeste faldt
Mængden af udfordringer er konstant
Og nogle gange er personen der tabte den der vandt
Succesen er flygtig, det handler om at gøre sig dygtig
Hvis man vil være lykkelig og selvfølgelig
Er der nedture for selv den bedste
Man må ned fra bjerget for at bestige det næste

Applausen ved mit mikrofon tjek
Overdøver som en affyring fra et kanondæk
Men i skoven er der stille, jeg observerer dyrene
Knæler ned, studerer myrerne
Beundrer den kolossale tilrettelæggelse
Som hver en grannål i myretuen lægges med
Mange bække små, gør en stor å
Et ordsprog det fremadsynede tror på
Den hovmodige forliser
Mens den ydmyge har forstået at have forråd til kriser
Så ha' mere end hvad du viser
Tal mindre end hvad du ved, det kunne Shakespeare sige mig
Og dog er ærlighed en kerneværdi
I Marvelous Mosell regi
Jeg danser med freaksne, rapper til beatsne
Husker hitsene fra den danske sangskattekiste
Ole sad på en knold og sang
Men måtte give efter for sin udflugtstrang
Fårene forstod det ikke og hans mor græd
Men jeg tror han vendte hjem som en rig og heldig rad
Mødre og fædre der knokler for at give børnene glæder
Fortjener hæder
Og det samme gør de kronisk syge sengeliggende patienter
Der intet kan ændre
De bare venter, fordyber sig i bøgerne
Glæder sig til synet af deres pårørende
For en dame på halvfems med demens
Kan den blotte eksistens være en pestilens
Hun har skavanker, depressive tanker
Angst for at vrikke om på svagelige ankler
Ingen andre husker hendes storhedstid
Hun var en dronning da verden var i sort-hvid
Krigere og kæmpere er forklædte som normale mennesker
Mange har ængstelser
Sjæle med ar der tager ansvar
Bær vægten, respekt herfra

Wisdom

Smiling faces, no one faints
As long as I'm on, because the lyrics have nectar
When I'm not speaking
I sit in a corner and dwell on reality's rules
Days go by, nothing can change it
Trying to hold them is like holding water in your hands
Times change, leaves wither
Relationships break, temptations make the happy sad and
Acquaintances are broken, comrades are cast out
Animal species are eradicated, new species are born
The adapted thrive, peoples are displaced
To those who have, more shall be given
Tears taste salty
The years are numbered, even the toughest fell
The amount of challenges is constant
And sometimes the person who lost is the one who won
Success is fleeting, it's about making yourself skilled
If you want to be happy, and of course
There are downturns for even the best
You have to come down from the mountain to climb the next

The applause at my microphone check
Is deafening like a firing from a cannon deck
But in the forest it's quiet, I observe the animals
Kneel down, study the ants
Admire the colossal organization
With which each needle in the anthill is placed
Many a little makes a mickle
A proverb the forward-thinking believe in
The arrogant perish
While the humble have understood to have supplies for crises
So have more than what you show
Speak less than what you know, Shakespeare could tell me that
And yet honesty is a core value
Under Marvelous Mosell's regime
I dance with the freaks, rap to the beats
Remember the hits from the Danish song treasure chest
Ole sat on a knoll and sang
But had to give in to his wanderlust
The sheep didn't understand it and his mother cried
But I think he returned home a rich and lucky guy
Mothers and fathers who work hard to give their children joy
Deserve honor
And so do the chronically ill bedridden patients
Who can't change anything
They just wait, immerse themselves in books
Look forward to seeing their relatives
For a ninety-year-old lady with dementia
Mere existence can be a pestilence
She has ailments, depressive thoughts
Fear of twisting her frail ankles
No one else remembers her heyday
She was a queen when the world was in black and white
Warriors and fighters are disguised as normal people
Many have anxieties
Souls with scars who take responsibility
Carry the weight, respect from here