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Paroles originales
Genklang
Igen, min ven
Vi sku' sammen krybe igennem
Lad os hylle de samme kår, der vi sammen står
Det er lige meget hvem, vi be'r til
Ser til, den der vil, foldet blik og fingerslik og hvem vil
Navngi' hver en krig, hvis du kunne, ville du vel nok si'
Det er lige meget hvem, vi be'r til
Krybe sammen om det eneste, vi er gode til
Smide brænde på den endeløse skærsild
Lægge navn til det, vi tror, at dette er til - er til
En mørk gang fyldes med genklang
Og et kært barn lyder vel af mange navn'
Hvis du kunne, hvem vil' du gi' fred til?
Det er lige meget, spørg, hvis du vil
Ser til, den der vil, vend lige om din fordom over mit lig
Vend mig samme vej, flyver blindt i sjæl og sind, kom med mig
Ser til, den der vil, foldet blik og fingerslik og hvem vil
Navngi' hver en krig, hvis du kunne, ville du vel nok si'
Det er lige meget hvem, vi be'r til
Krybe sammen om det eneste, vi er gode til
Smide brænde på den endeløse skærsild
Og lægge navn til det, vi tror, at dette er til
Publié par 
alla_färger 2020-10-09
alla_färger 2020-10-09Dernière modification par 
HinKyto 2020-10-18
HinKyto 2020-10-18Traduction
Echoes
Again, my friend
We were supposed to crawl through together
Let's celebrate the same circumstances where we are together
It doesn't matter to whom we pray
Overlooking the one who wants, curled gaze and finger licks, and who wants
To give a name to every war? If you could you'd probably say
It doesn't matter to whom we pray
Cowering around the only thing we're good at
Tossing firewood at the eternal purgatory
Having what we believe this is for - is for named after us
A dark hallway is being filled with echoes
And surely a dear child is known by many names1
If you could, to whom would you give peace?
It doesn't matter, ask if you want
Overlooking the one who wants, please turn your prejudice upside down over my dead body
Turn me the same way around, flying blindly with my soul and mind, come with me
Overlooking the one who wants, curled gaze and finger licks, and who wants
To give a name to every war, if you could you'd probably say
It doesn't matter to whom we pray
Cowering around the only thing we're good at
Tossing firewood at the eternal purgatory
Having what we believe this is for named after us
- 1. Danish saying meaning that a child which people like gets a lot of nicknames. This is often used sarcastically when something is put in an undeservingly positive light.
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Expressions idiomatiques dans « Genklang »
| 1. | over mit lig |
| 2. | Over my dead body |
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