Текст и перевод песни Wafande - Lillesøster

Lillesøster

Little Sister

Mennesker har så meget som vi ved, de ved

People have so much as we know, they know

At de må hvile på en mangelt ubeskedenhed.

That they must rest on an immodesty.

Hvor ofte har de ikke forstået noget med sikkerhed, der var forkert da vi kiggede fra en anden led?

How often have they understood something with security, that was wrong when we looked from another side?

Så hvorfor sku' det nu være dig, der virkelig har ret?

So why should it be you, who is really right?

Bare fordi, du føler dig som om du har tabt.

Just because you feel like you have lost.

Folk der aldrig lider nederlag de bliver forhadt.

People who never suffer defeat they are hated.

En skønne nat står man og takker for man blev forladt.

One fine night one stands and thanks for one was abandoned.

Så uanset hvordan det er, de går og skaber sig.

So no matter how it is, they go and make themselves.

Den fantasi, at det er fedt jo mere man taber sig, der må man tro på sin egen tro alligevel.

The fantasy that it is cool the more you lose, there you must believe in your own faith anyway.

Hvor de kan se, det sprøde er når man kan lide sig selv.

Where they can see, the crisp is when you can like yourself.

Og jeg kan tro, og jeg kan mærke, men jeg kan aldrig vide, meget mere, end vi er her på noget lånetid, og der er folk, der tror, de ved, hvem vi har lånt den af, kortslutter den dag, vi futter lunten af.

And I can believe, and I can feel, but I can never know, much more, than we are here on some borrowed time, and there are people who think they know, who we have borrowed it from, short-circuit the day, we put a fuse of it.

Jeg spørger dig nu:

I ask you now:

Hvem ved, hvad vi skal herhenne?

Who knows, what we shall here?

Hvem ved, hvem der også er dømt?

Who knows, who is also convicted?

Hvem ved, hvad der' meningen?

Who knows, what is the meaning?

Er jeg langt ude, eller er jeg kommet hjem?

Am I far out, or have I come home?

Bægret det er fyldt

The cup it is full

Det løber over

It overflows

Det løber over nu

It overflows now

Det løber over

It overflows

Bægret det er fyldt

The cup it is full

Det løber over

It overflows

Det løber over

It overflows

Det løber over

It overflows

Engang børsted' vi tænder med en særlig gren

Once we brushed our teeth with a special branch

Og dengang, der var skoven fuld af medicin

And then the forest was full of medicine

Og nu skal vi så meget smøres ind i kemisk creme

And now we have to be smeared in so much chemical cream

Og alt der ikke har noget patent er alternativt som fa'n

And everything that does not have a patent is alternative as hell

Klart runeristning slår ikke kuglepen,

Clear runic engraving is not a ballpoint pen,

Men de stoffer, vi tog, dengang vi var hulemænd.

But the substances we took when we were cavemen.

De kunne i hvert fald noget andet end tobak og sprut.

They could at least do something other than tobacco and booze.

Det der var smart bliver standard og gammelt bliver forbudt.

That which was smart becomes standard and the old becomes forbidden.

Men må glemme lidt af det, som man har lært, hvis man vil prøve at lære lidt af det, som man har glemt.

But I must forget a little bit of that which one has learned, if one wants to try to learn a little bit of that which one has forgotten.

Måske det viser sig, det ik' alligevel er så svært, og stop' med at stole blindt på alt, man har bestemt, og man skulle tro, det vil gøre tingene vansk'ligere, hvis man mister den der tro på sin' sandheder, men måske er det som at tage en tung skoletaske af den første sommerdag og sige, at man aldrig kommer tilbage.

Maybe it will turn out that it is not so difficult, anyway, and stop blindly trusting everything that has been decided, and one would think that it would make things more difficult, if one loses that belief in one's own truths, but maybe it is like taking a heavy schoolbag off the first summer day and saying that one will never come back.