Текст и перевод песни Natasja - I Danmark Er Jeg Født

I Danmark Er Jeg Født

Verden, den er stor
Mærk dig mine ord
Jeg trives hvor jeg bor
Men jeg savner Sudan og den røde jord
Min far, min søster og min bror... ye-ah
Så Verden den er stor
Mærk dig mine ord
Jeg savner min mor
Når jeg følger mit hjerte, hen hvor peberet gror
Og hvor musikken bor i hvert ét ord... ye-ah
I Danmark er jeg født
Der har jeg hjemme
Der har jeg rod, og
Derfra min verden går
Men jeg tøver år efter år
Kan ikke se hele den vide verden hvor
Jeg skal blive gammel, slå mig ned og byg' min bondegård... ye-ah
Skal jeg blive hos min mor
Og de hårde vintre i det kolde Nord
Eller skal jeg søge sydpå ad tropiske rytmespor
Hjælp mig Odin og Thor!
Verden, den er stor
Mærk dig mine ord
Jeg trives hvor jeg bor
Men jeg savner Sudan og den røde jord
Min far, min søster og min bror... ye-ah
Så Verden den er stor
Mærk dig mine ord
Jeg savner min mor
Når jeg følger mit hjerte, hen hvor peberet gror
Og hvor musikken bor i hvert ét ord... ye-ah
Jeg rejser væk igen og letter mit tungsind
Fuld galop i den varme ørkenvind
Hesten den er døbt og købt af Bin Laden
Jeg vinder løbet som den første kvinde
Og Sudan er over ende...
Ingensinde
Har jeg følt mig så elsket og så hjem'
Familien og de mange smil får mig til at glem', at
Det danske sprog er min moders stemm'
Kalder på mig inden længe
Med et suk, pudser jeg min vinge
For at vende næsen stik nord igen
Men noget inden i mig trækker mod Caribien
Der er en melodi
Så simpel og så fri, jeg synger med, for den har sat sig inden i
Verden, den er stor
Mærk dig mine ord
Jeg trives hvor jeg bor
Men jeg savner Sudan og den røde jord
Min far, min søster og min bror... ye-ah
Så Verden den er stor
Mærk dig mine ord
Jeg savner min mor
Når jeg følger mit hjerte, hen hvor peberet gror
Og hvor musikken bor i hvert ét ord... ye-ah
Danmark du fryser nu
Mennesker de gyser nu
Lang er din vinter
Jeg nynner den om hyacinter, men
Jeg ved at solen er væk igen
Og jeg skal langt for at finde den
Så jeg tyr' til min musik, og jeg fatter papir og pen... ye-ah
Jeg skriver sange om blandet blod
Om den storm, der raser i mit hoved'
Om at vælge eller vrage, om at være, om at vise mod...
Overskud
Verden, den er stor
Mærk dig mine ord
Jeg trives hvor jeg bor
Men jeg savner Sudan og den røde jord
Min far, min søster og min bror... ye-ah
Så Verden den er stor
Mærk dig mine ord
Jeg savner min mor
Når jeg følger mit hjerte, hen hvor peberet gror
Og hvor musikken bor i hvert ét ord...
Det er komplet lige meget, hvor pæredansk jeg er
Jeg vil altid være hende "Den lille mørke dér"
"Er du adopteret?"
"Kommer du fra Indien?"
"Har du en far?"
"Hvor kommer du fra?"
Og jeg må svare: "Islands Brygge det er da klart"
Jeg føler mig dansk og det er nemt at blende ind
Men der vil altid være en Pia, en Johnny og en Evertsen
Der synes, jeg er for dum og grim og bør sendes hjem
Men fuck nu dem, for jeg ved at hele verden er mit hjem
Kom igen!
I Sudan har jeg kærlighed og slægt
Men mangler karrieren og skal ik' giftes væk
Jamaica har min karriere i tjek
Der er galop og der er backup når jeg flexer lyrik
"Watcha, Yo that little white girl deh can sing
Bombocloth yo little white girl eah go be
Where deh white girl come from"
Jeg kører klatten, når jeg taler som dem
Jeg hører mine sange styrer Irie FM
Og selvom de kan li' mig, og de elsker min stemm'
Så er jeg meget hvid're og lugter langt væk af peng', Eay
Jeg prøver lykken år efter år
Og jeg ved li' præcis hvor jeg står
I Sudan er jeg en blegfis
Og i Danmark det Sorte Får...
Mæhhh
Hvorfor gå og lede
Christiania og hele Danmark har den fede
Det vælter ind over grænserne hver evige eneste dag
Vi ryger, når vi vil
Tjallen er der alle steder
Det vælter ind over grænserne i hele Europa
Hele Danmark har den fede
Lad os ryge i fred,
For tonsene vælter ind over grænserne hver evige evige eneste dag
Ja ja
Han står og puffer på en smøg,
I sit lette sommertøj,
På Rivieraen hvor prisen den er høj (eh-eh)
Et skævt smil i hans øj',
Som han skutter sig i trøj'n,
Tjekker himmelstrøget og tænker om et døgn,
Der er den værste paranoia,
Blot en overstået spøg,
Hvis ik' Policen saboterer hans convoy
Jeg kalder ham Prinsen af Marok',
For han fylder min kop,
Og han forsyner hver en ryger i min blok!
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Tjalalala flyder over grænser,
Lige lugt forbi en grænsepanser
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Tjalalala flyder over grænser,
Meget mere end du ænser!
Han ånder lettet op,
Og sender en besked
Der står: 'Så er tasken hjemme baby, så' der fed',
Jeg kalder ham Vågehalsen Frede,
Og han har tjalalala med,
Igennem byen til min ven der står på gaden (ya-eh)
Min brave ven han hedder Bent,
Og han er rim'lig kendt,
Så han tjekker landet før han knækker bladet,
For Hr. Betjent han er på staden,
For at falme farveladen,
Men den stråler selvom staten sætter pladen op
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Tjalalala flyder over grænser,
Lige lugt forbi en grænsepanser
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Tjalalala flyder over grænser,
Meget mere end du ænser!
Hun lukker ned for sin mail,
Mens hun smiler i sin sjæl,
Og tænker: 'Sejt! Jeg' sgu da lidt af en rebel'
Hun styrer hele lortet selv,
Har butik og personel,
Har ingen gæld og hun behøver ingen hjælp
Hun ved præcis hvad hun vil ha', ja
Og hvad hun ka' ta',
For hun blir' glad, når hun går til chachacha, ja
Hun er alenemor til to,
Og hun bor i Holstebro,
Og nu er det på tide med lidt fred og ro!
Så - hun sørger for at ungerne er lagt i seng,
Før hun ryger sin tjalalala-lala,
Hun ved det er forbudt forbrug,
Og det koster mange penge,
Så hun ryger sin tjalalala i smug!
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Tjalalala flyder over grænser,
Lige lugt forbi en grænsepanser
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Tjalalala flyder over grænser,
Meget mere end du ænser!
I en lille båd, der gynger blidt i Hellerup Havn,
Sidder den lille fine Frue og Hr. Ravn (eh-eh),
De drikker fint krydret vin,
Med et fint krøllet navn,
Mens de hygger sig med Yatsi og Palav (eh-eh),
Se hyggen den har ingen krav,
Men over dig et mindre savn,
For en lille tjalala ku' gøre gavn,
Har man penge ka' man få',
Sådan sku' det ikke gå,
For tjalala den er forbudt og svær at nå!
Men det vil Ravn snart skide højt og fuckin' helligt på,
Om så han skulle få en tur bag lås og slå
Han er en god forretningsmand,
Og det går over hans forstand,
Hvordan at staten smider penge ud i vandet
Hvis de nu lovlig gjorde tjallen,
Og tog lidt skat på ballen,
Var der flere lommepenge til os alle
Tjalalala flyder over,
Tjalalala flyder over,
Tjalalala flyder over,
Tjalalala flyder over,
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Tjalalala flyder over grænser,
Lige lugt forbi en grænsepanser
Ha!
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Tjalalala flyder over grænser,
Meget mere end du ænser!
Chistiania, Danmark
Stå sammen
Kom ud af skabene
Vis I ryger den fede
Vi ved der er 2 millioner mennesker, der ryger den fede
Hver evige evige eneste dag
Politiet går rundt på Christiania hver evige evige eneste dag
Tonsene vælter ind over grænserne...

I Was Born in Denmark

The world, it is vast
Mark my words, my dear
I thrive where I reside
But I miss Sudan and its red soil wide
My father, sister, and brother... ye-ah
So the world, it is vast
Mark my words, my dear
I miss my mother's embrace
When I follow my heart, where peppercorns grow with grace
And where music resides in every single word... ye-ah
In Denmark, I was born
There I have my home
There I have my roots, and
From there my world does roam
But I hesitate year after year
Unable to see the whole wide world where
I shall grow old, settle down, and build my farm so fair... ye-ah
Should I stay with my mother
And the harsh winters in the cold North's hold
Or should I seek southward, along a tropical rhythm bold
Help me, Odin and Thor!
The world, it is vast
Mark my words, my dear
I thrive where I reside
But I miss Sudan and its red soil wide
My father, sister, and brother... ye-ah
So the world, it is vast
Mark my words, my dear
I miss my mother's embrace
When I follow my heart, where peppercorns grow with grace
And where music resides in every single word... ye-ah
I travel away again, lifting my heavy mind
Full gallop in the warm desert wind I find
The horse, it is named and bought by Bin Laden
I win the race as the first woman
And Sudan is overjoyed...
Never before
Have I felt so loved and so at home
The family and the many smiles make me forget that
The Danish language is my mother's tone
Calling me soon
With a sigh, I polish my wing
To turn my nose north again, I sing
But something inside me pulls towards the Caribbean
There's a melody
So simple and so free, I sing along, for it has settled within me
The world, it is vast
Mark my words, my dear
I thrive where I reside
But I miss Sudan and its red soil wide
My father, sister, and brother... ye-ah
So the world, it is vast
Mark my words, my dear
I miss my mother's embrace
When I follow my heart, where peppercorns grow with grace
And where music resides in every single word... ye-ah
Denmark, you are freezing now
People are shivering, I avow
Long is your winter
I hum the song about hyacinths, but then
I know the sun is gone again
And I must go far to find it, my friend
So I turn to my music, and I grasp paper and pen... ye-ah
I write songs about mixed blood
About the storm that rages in my head
About choosing or rejecting, about being, about showing courage instead...
Surplus
The world, it is vast
Mark my words, my dear
I thrive where I reside
But I miss Sudan and its red soil wide
My father, sister, and brother... ye-ah
So the world, it is vast
Mark my words, my dear
I miss my mother's embrace
When I follow my heart, where peppercorns grow with grace
And where music resides in every single word...
It doesn't matter how perfectly Danish I am
I will always be that "Little dark one" ma'am
"Are you adopted?"
"Do you come from India?"
"Do you have a father?"
"Where are you from?"
And I must answer: "Islands Brygge, of course, it's clear"
I feel Danish and it's easy to blend in here
But there will always be a Pia, a Johnny, and an Evertsen
Who think I'm too stupid and ugly and should be sent back again
But fuck them, because I know the whole world is my home
Come again!
In Sudan, I have love and kin
But I lack a career and won't be forced to wed within
Jamaica has my career in check
There's gallop and there's backup when I flex my lyrics, I expect
"Watcha, Yo that little white girl deh can sing
Bombocloth yo little white girl eah go be
Where deh white girl come from"
I run the slang when I talk like them
I hear my songs ruling Irie FM
And even though they like me and they love my voice, it's plain
I'm much whiter and smell of money from afar, Eay
I try my luck year after year
And I know exactly where I stand, my dear
In Sudan, I'm a pale fish
And in Denmark, the Black Sheep I wish...
Baaaa
Why bother searching
Christiania and all of Denmark have the good stuff emerging
It pours across the borders every single day
We smoke when we want
The weed is everywhere, come what may
It pours across the borders throughout Europe, I say
All of Denmark has the good stuff
Let us smoke in peace, enough
For the tons are pouring across the borders every single day, tough
Yeah, yeah
He stands and puffs on a cigarette,
In his light summer clothes, I bet,
On the Riviera where the price is high (eh-eh)
A crooked smile in his eye,
As he huddles in his shirt, oh my,
Checks the sky and thinks in a day or nigh,
The worst paranoia will be gone,
Just a finished joke, that's all,
If the police don't sabotage his convoy's haul
I call him the Prince of Morocco,
For he fills my cup, you know,
And he supplies every smoker in my block below!
Tjalalala flows over the waters,
Tjalala flows between lands, it matters,
Tjalalala flows across borders,
Right under the nose of a border guard, no orders
Tjalalala flows over the waters,
Tjalala flows between lands, it matters,
Tjalalala flows across borders,
Much more than you realize, it bothers!
He breathes a sigh of relief,
And sends a message brief
It says: 'The bag is home baby, so it's sweet',
I call him Daredevil Frede,
And he has tjalalala with him indeed,
Through the city to my friend who stands on the street (ya-eh)
My brave friend is called Bent,
And he is quite well-known, I meant,
So he checks the area before he breaks the sheet,
Because Mr. Officer is on the scene, you see,
To fade the color green,
But it shines even though the state puts up the screen
Tjalalala flows over the waters,
Tjalala flows between lands, it matters,
Tjalalala flows across borders,
Right under the nose of a border guard, no orders
Tjalalala flows over the waters,
Tjalala flows between lands, it matters,
Tjalalala flows across borders,
Much more than you realize, it bothers!
She closes her email,
While she smiles in her soul, I hail,
And thinks: 'Cool! I'm a bit of a rebel, I prevail'
She runs the whole thing herself,
Has a shop and personnel,
Has no debt and she needs no help
She knows exactly what she wants, yes
And what she can take, I confess,
Because she gets happy when she goes to chachacha, I guess
She is a single mother of two,
And she lives in Holstebro, it's true,
And now it's time for some peace and quiet, boo!
So - she makes sure the kids are tucked in bed,
Before she smokes her tjalalala-lala, ahead,
She knows it's illegal consumption,
And it costs a lot of money, assumption,
So she smokes her tjalalala in secret, with compunction!
Tjalalala flows over the waters,
Tjalala flows between lands, it matters,
Tjalalala flows across borders,
Right under the nose of a border guard, no orders
Tjalalala flows over the waters,
Tjalala flows between lands, it matters,
Tjalalala flows across borders,
Much more than you realize, it bothers!
In a small boat, gently rocking in Hellerup Harbor,
Sits the fine little Lady and Mr. Raven, a charmer (eh-eh),
They drink fine spiced wine,
With a fine curly name,
While they enjoy Yahtzee and Palav, it's a game (eh-eh),
See, the coziness has no demands,
But above you a minor yearning expands,
For a little tjalala could do some good, understand,
If you have money, you can get,
That's not how it should be, I bet,
Because tjalala is forbidden and hard to get!
But Raven will soon give a damn and a holy shit, I fret,
Even if he should get a trip behind bars, I regret
He is a good businessman,
And it goes beyond his understanding, man,
How the state throws money into the water, it's a scam
If they made the tjalala legal,
And took some tax on the ball, it's regal,
There would be more pocket money for us all, equal
Tjalalala flows over,
Tjalalala flows over,
Tjalalala flows over,
Tjalalala flows over,
Tjalalala flows over the waters,
Tjalala flows between lands, it matters,
Tjalalala flows across borders,
Right under the nose of a border guard, no orders
Ha!
Tjalalala flows over the waters,
Tjalala flows between lands, it matters,
Tjalalala flows across borders,
Much more than you realize, it bothers!
Chistiania, Denmark
Stand together
Come out of the closets
Show you smoke the good stuff, whether
We know there are 2 million people who smoke the good stuff
Every single day
The police walk around Christiania every single day
Tons are pouring across the borders...