Текст и перевод песни Pede B - Farvel

Farvel

Han hedder Pelle, og han sidder der, pligtskyldig
Selvom han synes foretagendet virker ligegyldigt
Flyder ned i en af de hårde kirkebænke
Skrig og skrål omkring ham så højt at han næsten ik' kan tænke
Her er situationen fra hans perspektiv
Den er sær og mildest talt lidt svær at beskrive
En person der stod ham nær ku' desværre ik' blive i den her verden
Så nu' han videre imod det næste liv
Og et kig rundt her fortæller nu Pelle
At der' regler for hvordan man si'r farvel til et menneske
Personen der ik' er her nu, han ku' godt li' rapmusik
Nu synger de salmer i et rum med dårlig akustik
Hvorfor alle rutinerne
Det må da have en årsag
Måske tradition, måske mangel på bedre forslag
Pelle kan huske personen sagde for år tilbage
Han ik' gav en fuck for blomster, men det' hvad han får i dag
Ved et alter, salmer
Hvad har det at gøre med personen man faktisk ku' snak' med lige før
Han var ik' kristen, mente der var noget større
Men troede kun fast på ting man ku' ræk' frem og røre
Der' helt sikkert noget der ikke svinger
Når han ligger der og stener til Steen Steensen Blicher
Gider ik' hidse sig op, selvom det' nemt at bli'
Så han lukker øjnene i og tæller til ti
Og da han når til femte tal, hører han en stemme kalde
Der gør han overrasket spærrer øjnene op og glemmer alt
Han kigger rundt, og tror et splitsekund
Han hører en bestemt stemme, men tænker det ville være pissedumt
Så han lukker igen øjnene og slapper af
Prøver at lukke verden ude og læner sig tilbage
Men det næste han ser ved det store alter
Er dagens hovedperson, han ka' ik' tro på det passer
Så han skriger hans navn, men ingen hører det
Som om de alle bare vælger at lukke ørerne
Han tænker
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)
For han ka' ik' tro det han observer'
For hele scenariet er bare for underligt
Personen går ned fra alteret, og ta'r de få skridt
Mod Pelle, smiler som en fotomodel
Siger "Tak fordi du kom til det store farvel"
Og Pelle ka' kun tænke
Det her er umuligt
Men så melder 100 spørgsmål sig hurtigt
Hvor' du nu, hvordan er der på den anden side
"Pelle, alle de ting skal du nok få at vide i tide
Jeg ville ønske vi ku' mødes i en anden sammenhæng
Men det var åbenbart min tur til at bli' fragtet hjem"
Lige der ka' Pelle ik' skjule sin forargelse
Over den her pisse-upersonlige begravelse
Der' ik' noget af det her shit som jeg ku' ønske mig
Det' som om de her mennesker slet ikke har mødt dig
Jeg kan nærmest ik' kontrollere mine følelser
Når jeg ser hvordan det her arrangement forløber
Fucking bøsser, skal det være hvad du efterlod
Efter alle dine leve-år på den her klode
Det' som om at
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)
"Men så' det dig med problemet, ik' folkene her
Det her er ik' mit eftermæle, det' bare en epilog
Folk vil ik' huske mig sådan, det må du ikke tro
De har brug for at sige farvel for at ku' få indre ro
Der findes idéer her der er pisse gode"
Men det her har ik' noget at gøre med din levemåde
"Prøv at hør, du ka' ik' gøre eller skrive noget
Der ka' opridse de ting jeg har nået
Prøver bare at sige, der' ik' en rigtig eller en forkert måde
Folk er forvirrede og handler derefter
La' nu vær' at dømme dem som latterlige mennesker
Hvis de vil sige farvel sådan her, så la' dem
Begrav mig i dag, og drik grav-øl hele natten"
Okay, så det du mener er ligefrem
At det eneste rigtig vigtige er at du får sagt farvel for sidste gang
"Det var det eneste jeg havde af forventninger
Til dagen hvor folk skulle sige farvel til mig
Så tak fordi du kom
Vi ses igen min ven"
Og på et sekund er skikkelsen væk igen
Arrangementet er slut, og til en stille sang
Snegler hele selskabet sig ud af kirkens gang
Pelle sidder der et minut eller to
Og ka' ik' tro hvad han så, men føler sig fyldt med ro
Han tænker
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)
Si'r farvel min ven
Og skrider hjem igen
(Ingen ser det samme, som jeg ser)

Farewell

His name is Pelle, and he sits there, dutifully,
Even though he thinks the whole thing seems pointless.
Sinking into one of the hard church pews,
Screams and shouts around him so loud he can barely think.
Here's the situation from his perspective,
It's peculiar and, to say the least, a little hard to describe.
A person close to him, unfortunately, couldn't stay in this world,
So now he's moving on to the next life.
And a look around tells Pelle now
That there are rules for how to say goodbye to a person.
The person who's not here now, he liked rap music,
Now they're singing hymns in a room with poor acoustics.
Why all the routines?
There must be a reason,
Maybe tradition, maybe a lack of better suggestions.
Pelle remembers the person saying years ago
He didn't give a damn about flowers, but that's what he gets today.
By an altar, hymns,
What does that have to do with the person you could actually talk to just before?
He wasn't Christian, believed there was something bigger,
But only firmly believed in things you could reach out and touch.
There's definitely something that's not right
When he's lying there, getting stoned to Steen Steensen Blicher.
Doesn't want to get worked up, even though it's easy to,
So he closes his eyes and counts to ten.
And when he reaches the fifth count, he hears a voice calling.
Surprised, he opens his eyes wide and forgets everything.
He looks around, and for a split second believes
He hears a certain voice, but thinks it would be crazy.
So he closes his eyes again and relaxes,
Trying to shut out the world and leans back.
But the next thing he sees by the great altar
Is the person of honor, he can't believe it's true.
So he screams his name, but no one hears it,
As if they all just choose to close their ears.
He thinks
(No one sees the same thing I see)
Because he can't believe what he's observing,
Because the whole scenario is just too strange.
The person walks down from the altar and takes the few steps
Towards Pelle, smiling like a fashion model,
Says "Thank you for coming to the big farewell."
And Pelle can only think
This is impossible,
But then 100 questions arise quickly.
Where are you now, what's it like on the other side?
"Pelle, you'll learn all those things in time,
I wish we could meet in another context,
But it was apparently my turn to be taken home."
Right there, Pelle can't hide his indignation
Over this damn impersonal funeral.
There's nothing about this shit that I could wish for,
It's like these people haven't even met you.
I can barely control my feelings
When I see how this event is unfolding.
Fucking assholes, is that what you left behind
After all your years of life on this planet?
It's like that
(No one sees the same thing I see)
"But then it's you with the problem, not the people here,
This isn't my legacy, it's just an epilogue.
People won't remember me like this, you mustn't believe that,
They need to say goodbye to get inner peace.
There are ideas here that are damn good,"
But this has nothing to do with your way of life.
"Listen, you can't do or write anything
That can outline the things I've achieved.
Just trying to say, there's no right or wrong way,
People are confused and act accordingly.
Stop judging them as ridiculous people
If they want to say goodbye like this, let them.
Bury me today, and drink grave-beer all night."
Okay, so what you're saying is straight up
That the only really important thing is that you get to say goodbye for the last time.
"That was the only expectation I had
For the day people were supposed to say goodbye to me.
So thank you for coming,
See you again, my friend."
And in a second, the figure is gone again.
The event is over, and to a silent song
The whole company snails its way out of the church aisle.
Pelle sits there for a minute or two
And can't believe what he saw, but feels filled with peace.
He thinks
(No one sees the same thing I see)
Says goodbye, my friend,
And goes home again.
(No one sees the same thing I see)