Текст и перевод песни Sebastian - 80'ernes Boheme

80'ernes Boheme

Engang troede du, du ku' bli' fri for andres virkelighed
Og køre karrieren uden at fejle
Angsten æder sjælene og du får ingen ro og fred
Du er så fuld af splinter fra de knuste spejle
Nu går du bare
Frem og tilbage ude og inde en uro i kroppen længsel i sindet
Pludselig væk igen og 80'ernes boheme (bo – he – me)
Har kun sig selv og sit vanvid.

Mal dit liv design dig selv, hvis du ender splittergal
Kan det tage 100 år før de forstår dig
Billedet er kampen, kunsten at turde tænke selv
Og du tænker på hvorhen "Den nye bølge" får dig
Og følger strømmen
Frem og tilbage ude og inde uro i kroppen længsel i sindet
Pludselig væk igen og 80'ernes boheme (bo – he – me)
Har kun sig selv og sit vanvid

Frygten for at nå de fyrres "frivillige" hjernedød
Gør dig lidt mere panisk i din mening.
Daglige elektrochok giver dig stof og stød på stød
Du ender som en rullende og grå forstening
Vi ruller bare
Frem og tilbage ude og inde en uro i kroppen længsel i sindet
Pludselig væk igen og 80'ernes boheme ((bo – he – me)
Har kun sig selv og sit vanvid

Ml.sp.

Sidst jeg så dig sae' du du troede på alt & ingenting
Og gav den som en syg "Enfant terrible"
Neongudens værste band spilled' "Rotten is the King"
Da punker'n blev som borger med en egen bibel
Og bladrer i den
Frem og tilbage søge og finde med uro i kroppen længsel i sindet
Smider det væk igen som 80'ernes boheme (bo – he – me)
Har kun sig selv og sin sære sandhed

Frem og tilbage - ædru og svimmel hvor er din pensel hvor er din himmel
Pludselig væk igen så 80'ernes boheme (bo – he – me)
Har kun sig selv og sit vanvid

Bohemian years of the 80s

Once you thought you could be free from the reality of others
And pursue a successful career without making mistakes
Anxiety devours your soul, and you never get any peace or rest
Shards from broken mirrors pierce you
Now you're just
Wandering aimlessly, longing inside, restless and unfulfilled
Suddenly you vanish into the night again, a bohemian of the 80s (bo – he – me)
You only have yourself and your madness.

Paint your life, design yourself, but if you end up completely insane
It may take 100 years for people to understand you
Your life is a struggle, a work of art, you dare to think for yourself
You ponder your uncertain future, unsure of where “The New Wave” will take you
And you go with the flow
Wandering aimlessly, longing inside, restless and unfulfilled
Suddenly you vanish into the night again, a bohemian of the 80s (bo – he – me)
You only have yourself and your madness

The fear of reaching the age of forty and suffering a “voluntary” brain death
Makes you even more panicked in your opinions.
Electroconvulsive therapy gives you substance, one shock after another
Condemning you to become a hardened, gray, and lifeless being
We just keep rolling along
Wandering aimlessly, longing inside, restless and unfulfilled
Suddenly you vanish into the night again, a bohemian of the 80s (bo – he – me)
You only have yourself and your madness

Interlude

The last time I saw you, you told me you believed in everything and nothing
And you acted like a sick “Enfant terrible”
The worst band of the neon god played “Rotten is the King”
When the punk became a bourgeois with a bible of its own
And you flip through it
Searching and seeking, longing inside, restless and unfulfilled
You cast it aside like a bohemian of the 80s (bo – he – me)
You only have yourself and your strange, twisted truth.

Wandering aimlessly, intoxicated and sober, where is your brush, where is your canvas?
Suddenly you vanish into the night again, a bohemian of the 80s (bo – he – me)
You only have yourself and your madness