Gemt Væk [English translation]

I'm from the part of town where the sun sets,

The shitty end of proletarian-lane

Where you sell your soul to get respect

Either on the way in or out of custody

Where the landscape is under a layer of .... *

And someone pats you on the back with a knife in his hand

You get looked at like a bitch

If write lyrics about writing lyrics

Even if you rap about everything else,

Nothing's worth it if the shit isn't true

So instead of grabbing the balls,

I'd rather speak up

It's always my neighborhood

No matter what happens,

My soul is growing here

But all the things I see,

Keeps my joy down

'Cause the people, they thrive on

Other people's misery

Hidden away in there somewhere

I could dry your tears

Tell you everything is okay,

And I could write you a song,

About how you don't need to be "banging"

But we don't share the same point of view,

So close your eyes again,

'Cause you don't wanna see

The thoughts I live in

I sit in the part of the club where the lights are dim,

Where the feeling for girls is hidden away,

Where you sell your soul to get pussy,

Either born with it or it's burned into you,

Where women lay under a stethoscope

And we smile just to get into your head

And you get looked at like a bitch

If you open up a little and cry over an ex,

And if you don't, you're on top

'Cause the worlds meat-market is open daily

Instead of letting you use your tongue,

I'd rather take the blade out of your mouth

You caused our heads to turn,

So of course we remember you

The feeling that you said no

For you there will be another way

And the first love,

They'll always have you

The reason they cried,

Hidden away in there somewhere

I could dry your tears

Tell you everything is okay,

And I could write you a song,

About how you don't need to be "banging"

But we don't share the same point of view,

So close your eyes again,

'Cause you don't wanna see

The thoughts I live in