Текст и перевод песни TV-2 - Amerika (Remastered)

Amerika (Remastered)

Nå men, der gik jeg så en sommerdag og forsøgte at få lidt orden på mit liv
Ud af historien faldt et postkort fra en allerede overvundet tid
Vores afsenderadresse var Amerika, Seksogfirstres, Skanderborg
Det var vores første sted i livet, et liv der varede lige omkring et år
Vi boede til leje i et hus ved søen, mig og nogle stykker inde fra byen af
En dag så vi på et kort at vores drømmeslot hed Amerika
Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand
Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det:
At alting vender tilbage
Vi spurgte en mand fra egnen, hvorfor det hed Amerika
Han forsvandt ind i fortiden - og vendte tøvende tilbage:
Engang for længe siden henne på den lokale kro
Var sognets landsbytosse håndfast blevet lagt til ro
Han vågnede og bad om ordet, stillede sig op på et bord og sagde:
Farvel, alle I skiderikker, nu ta? r jeg til Amerika
Om morgenen var han forsvundet, over isen var han gået
De fandt ham ude i jeres lade, længere var han ikke nået
Han hang og dinglede i et reb, han havde taget sig selv af dage
Siden dengang har folk kaldt stedet her for Amerika
Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand
Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det: At alting vender tilbage
Som tragedie, som farce, som soap, som opera, som postkort fra Amerika
Vi tog hinanden om livet og gik ud i laden næste nat
Månen for henover himlen, vinden hylede som besat
Vi rykkede tættere sammen og udbragte så en skål
For alle de der trodser frygten og forfølger deres mål
Næste sommer skulle vi videre, hver vores vej og hver til sit
Jeg tænker tit på om I opdagede jeres Amerika
Og om jeg nogensinde finder mit?
Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand
Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det: At alting vender tilbage
Som tragedie, som farce, som soap, som skæbne, som opera, som postkort fra Amerika

Amerika (Remastered)

So there I was, on a summer's day, trying to put my life in order
Out of history fell a postcard from a time already overcome
Our sender's address was Amerika, Sixty-first, Skanderborg
That was our first home in life, a life that lasted around a year
We lived for rent in a house by the lake, me and a bunch of guys from the city
One day we saw on a map that our dreamland was called Amerika
It's farther away than you can reach with your mind
You must let your dreams in to grasp it:
That everything returns
We asked a man from the region why it was called Amerika
He disappeared into the past - and returned hesitantly:
Once upon a time at the local pub
The village idiot of the parish had been firmly put to bed
He woke up and asked for the floor, stood up on a table and said:
Farewell, all you bastards, now I'm going to Amerika
In the morning he had disappeared, he had walked across the ice
They found him in your barn, he had not come any further
He was hanging and dangling in a rope, he had taken his own life
Ever since then people have called the place here Amerika
It's farther away than you can reach with your mind
You must let your dreams in to grasp it: That everything returns
As tragedy, as farce, as soap, as opera, as a postcard from Amerika
We took each other by the arm and went out into the barn the next night
The moon sailed across the sky, the wind howled like a maniac
We moved closer together and made a toast
To all those who defy their fears and pursue their goals
Next summer we would move on, each our own way and each to our own
I often wonder if you discovered your Amerika
And if I will ever find mine?
It's farther away than you can reach with your mind
You must let your dreams in to grasp it: That everything returns
As tragedy, as farce, as soap, as fate, as opera, as a postcard from Amerika