Текст и перевод песни Petter - Samma samma

Samma samma

Yo, jag kunde vandra genom grnder och torg
Du kunde knna in sorg
Du va p min sida vart jag n gick
Hur mycke skll jag n fick
Jidder och knas
Hur mycke smll jag n fick
Hur mnga fel jag begick
S va du
Alltid dr nr jag inte visste nnting
Men hr och nu str jag nu och frsker se mej omkring
Frsker fatta nnting
Vad som verkligen hnt
Vad som verkligen skett
Frsker tyda fragment
Samma kickers p stan
Samma fejs man e van
Juppies o snobbar man sett sen barn
Ingen skillnad fr ingen viker av
Ingen lider av
Samma gamla stil som dom lrt sej av
Stockholmsprat dr finns det gott om hat
Om du har gjort din grej
Verkligen ftt ntt klart
Samma snubbar man ser
Falska brudar som ler
Samma gamla stockholm
Samma kvarter
Ochde e frn Stockholm
Ok?
Storstadspulsen pulserar
Stockholmstil
Its still frustrating beautiful
De e frn stockholm
Ok?
Storstadspulsen pulserar
Stockholmstil
Talking man favvor
Jag andas in arom
Varge nn av teflon
Minns varje perrong
Som jag bombat me freon
S mga nattilga promender
Farliga eskapader
Alltid samma mission
Ftt vr crew p fasader
Kttra ut mitt i natten
Stllde fnstret p glnt
Kom tillbaks lite senare medans ljuset var tnt
Sakta solen gick upp
Adrelaninet frsvann
Som jag ftt nr jag sprang
Dr jag dragit mitt namn
Min morsa lg o sov
Hon kunde aldrig frst
Varfr vi hade flckar
Som var silver o bl
Handla skivor p kue
Vi shoppade bland
Hade inte skapat ett crew
Men hade redan skakat hand
Derec B p kasset
En stplatsbiljett
Public Enemy konsert
Som dom flesta har sett
Mitt liv var en vana
Fr det fanns inget mer
Det berodde p samma gamla stockholm
Samma kvarter
Ochde e frn Stockholm
Ok?
Storstadspulsen pulserar
Stockholmstil
Its still frustrating beautiful
De e frn stockholm
Ok?
Storstadspulsen pulserar
Sockholmstil
Talking man favvor
Det finns ntter d jag drmt
Om vsterbron
Klttra upp och ta ett kliv
Checka ut o bara lmna mitt liv
Fega ur andas ut
Ignorera allting negativt
Frska n ett beslut
Jag har sttt p barikader
Skrikit mina slagord
Rivt palisader(?)
Men ocks ftt skador
Bullshit skitsnack
Frn och till skitlack
Men slutligen insett att hela stockholm e en myrstack
Ibland jag simmar bland koraller
Hller lyckan konstant
Men ibland jag faller fr jag klttrat fr brant
Jag e 27 bast nu
Har inte tid me n jidder
Har spelat mina kort
Ser till var blackkort liggr
Ni som kvaddat era liv
Det r visst aldrig frsent
Att stda upp gammal skit
Se till att allt blir rent
Men jag blir knpp av min stad
Jag tnker allt mer
Det beror p samma gamla stockholm samma kvarter
Ochde e frn Stockholm
Ok?
Storstadspulsen pulserar
Stockholmstil
Its still frustrating beautiful
De e frn stockholm
Ok?
Storstadspulsen pulserar
Sockholmstil
Talking man favvor

Same old, same old

Yo, I could wander through gates and squares
You could feel the sorrow
You were by my side wherever I went
No matter how much scolding I got
Jitters and craziness
No matter how many hits I took
How many mistakes I made
That was you
Always there when I didn't know anything
But here and now I stand trying to look around
Trying to understand something
What really happened
What really took place
Trying to decipher fragments
Same kickers on the street
Same faces I'm used to
Yuppies and snobs I've seen since childhood
No difference because no one deviates
No one suffers
Same old style they learned from
Stockholm talk, there's plenty of hate
If you've done your thing
Really accomplished something
Same dudes you see
Fake girls who smile
Same old Stockholm
Same neighborhood
And it's from Stockholm
Okay?
The city pulse pulsates
Stockholm style
It's still frustratingly beautiful
It's from Stockholm
Okay?
The city pulse pulsates
Stockholm style
Talking man favors
I inhale the aroma
Every noon of Teflon
Remember every platform
That I bombed with freon
So many nocturnal walks
Dangerous escapades
Always the same mission
Got our crew on facades
Climb out in the middle of the night
Left the window ajar
Came back a little later while the light was on
Slowly the sun rose
The adrenaline faded
That I got when I ran
Where I drew my name
My mom was sleeping
She could never understand
Why we had stains
That were silver and blue
Buying records at Skivfönstret
We shopped among
Hadn't created a crew
But had already shaken hands
Derek B on cassette
A standing ticket
Public Enemy concert
That most people have seen
My life was a habit
Because there was nothing more
It was due to the same old Stockholm
Same neighborhood
And it's from Stockholm
Okay?
The city pulse pulsates
Stockholm style
It's still frustratingly beautiful
It's from Stockholm
Okay?
The city pulse pulsates
Stockholm style
Talking man favors
There are nights when I've dreamed
About Västerbron
Climbing up and taking a step
Checking out and just leaving my life
Chicken out, exhale
Ignore everything negative
Try a new decision
I've stood on barricades
Shouted my slogans
Torn down palisades(?)
But also received damage
Bullshit, crap talk
On and off, pissed off
But finally realized that the whole of Stockholm is an anthill
Sometimes I swim among corals
Keeping happiness constant
But sometimes I fall because I climbed too steep
I'm 27 now, baby
Don't have time for any jitters
I've played my cards
Making sure where the black card lies
Those of you who have messed up your lives
It's apparently never too late
To clean up old crap
Make sure everything becomes clean
But I get crazy from my city
I think more and more
It's due to the same old Stockholm, same neighborhood
And it's from Stockholm
Okay?
The city pulse pulsates
Stockholm style
It's still frustratingly beautiful
It's from Stockholm
Okay?
The city pulse pulsates
Stockholm style
Talking man favors