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Presset [Surface Pressure]

Jeg' den stærke, der er ro på
Har en hud hård som flint det ka' du tro på
Flytter bjerge, store og små
Og jeg ved lykkens smed har mine sko på
 
Jeg ka' knokle, jeg er så rå
Har 'n usårlighedsham I ka' glo på
Jeg sliber kanter på rå diamanter
Jeg står stærkt i livet, jeg' hård, aldrig pivet
 
MEN
 
Ind' bag facaden, har vi balladen
Mit fejltrin spolerer hele cirkusparaden
Ind' bag facaden
Var Herkules utryg ved uhyr', jeg frygter også udyr
Ska' jeg vær' ærlig
Så tror jeg ik' jeg værdig, jeg' nyttig eller færdig
En revne, et stød, blev ét der betød
At den her hårde nød til sidst var blevet blød
 
Presset, de små dryp, dryp, dryp
Der bli'r ved nonstop, woah
Presset, hør de bløp, bløp, bløp
Til du bar' gi'r op, woah, oh-oh
La' nu bar' din søster, for hun er større
Ordner det vi ik' tør og ik' vil røre
Hvem er jeg, hvis jeg kun gi'r mig halvt?
Har jeg et valg mod
 
Presset, de små stik, stik, stik
Ingen tid tilbag', woah
Presset lyder tik, tik, tik
Lig' til bomben går af, woah, oh-oh
La' nu bar' din søster, selv når hun hænger
I den tynde tråd ka' hun klar' det længer'
Hvem var jeg, hvis jeg ga' slip og I faldt
Da det gjaldt, åh
 
Så inderst inde
Har jeg nu vænnet mig til at stå kampklar, der ku' jo kom' en fjende
Holder facaden
Skønt forlis muligvis bli'r min pris, fordi der' allermest is
Under overfladen
Er al min gør'n og laden blot del af maskeraden
Vor's brikker er sat klar, men langvejs fra
Så kommer en tornado bar' og ta'r alt hva' vi har
 
Men hey
Hvis jeg sa' nej
Til det der tunge læs
Alt det der kræves
Tænk at gi' sig lov til sjov
Og, et liv der leves
Så man kan trives
Men nej, vi stresser
Bli'r utilfredser'
(presset... presset...)
Vi strider
Og lider
Bar' vider' vider'
 
Presset, de små dryp, dryp, dryp
Det bli'r ved nonstop, woah
Presset, hør de bløp, bløp, bløp
Til du bar' gi'r op, woah, oh-oh
La' nu bar' din søster kæmpe til hun styrter
Skønt hun vakler under hel' famil'jens byrder
Er hun uku'lig, umulig at gør' fortræd
Hun bli'r ved, åh
 
Presset, de små stik, stik, stik
Ingen tid tilbag', woah
Presset lyder tik, tik, tik
Lig' til bomben går af, woah, oh-oh
Du ka' ha' din tvivl i de mørke stunder
Ku' du selv klar' det ud'n at bukke under
Hvem er jeg hvis ik' den hård'ste negl, uden frygt, uden fejl?
Hvem er jeg uden presset?
 
Vertaling

The pressure

I'm the strong one, in composure
Have a skin hard as flint, that you can be sure of
Move mountains, great and small
And I know the blacksmith of fortune is wearing my shoes
 
I can work hard, I'm so tough
Have an invulnerability skin you can stare at
I grind edges on rough diamonds
I stand strong in life, I'm tough, never whining
 
BUT
 
Behind the facade, we have the trouble
My misstep spoils the whole circus parade
Behind the facade
Was Hercules uncomfortable about monsters, I also fear beasts
If I'm honest
Then I don't think I'm worthy, I'm either useful or through
A crack, a thrust, became one that meant
That this hard nut finally had become soft
 
The pressure, the small drips, drips, drips
Which go on non-stop, woah
The pressure, hear those plops, plops, plop
'Till you just give up, woah, oh-oh
Just let your sister do it, for she is bigger
Takes care of what we don't dare and don't want to touch
Who am I if I only give half a sacrifice?
Do I have a choice against
 
The pressure, the small plugs, plugs, plugs
No time left, woah
The pressure sounds tick, tick, tick
Until the bomb goes off, woah, oh-oh
Just let your sister do it, even when she is hanging
In the thread she can pull it of longer
Who were I if I let go and you fell
When it was important, oh
 
So deep down
Have I now got used to being in arms, an enemy might come along
Keeping up appearances
Although shipwreck may be my price, because there's most ice
Below the surface
Are all my comings and goings just part of the masquerade
Our counters are set ready, but from afar
A tornado will just come and take everything we have
 
But hey
If I said no
To that heavy load
All that is required
Think about allowing yourself fun
And, a life lived
So one can thrive
But no, we're stressing
Getting more and more dissatisfied
(pressure... pressure...)
We fight
And suffer
Just onwards, onwards
 
The pressure, the small drips, drips, drips
Which go on non-stop, woah
The pressure, hear those plops, plops, plop
'Till you just give up, woah, oh-oh
Just let your sister struggle until she collapses
Though she falters under the burdens of the whole family
She is indomitable, impossible to do 'harm
She keeps going, oh
 
The pressure, the small plugs, plugs, plugs
No time left, woah
The pressure sounds tick, tick, tick
Until the bomb goes off, woah, oh-oh
You may have your doubts in the dark hours
Could you handle it yourself without succumbing
Who am I if not the toughest girl, without fear, without flaws?
Who am I without the pressure?
 
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