I ryggen på min kolt [English translation]

Tired of being someone else's niche, Clap on the head, exotisch

Sure, you want reindeers and colours, the heritage I carry inside my marrow

First I am no one special

then someone badly off

then you ask me nicely, "can you wear your folk dress?"

Forgot to be politically correct

give me rights and blood will flow

You don't have to give me any f*ing rights, it was already mine from day one.

It's about giving so that you can take, to be able to have

something to give to our children

Fine that we were first, but we still exist

And I have no stress, will stay a while

Tired of being good enough

when you want culture and sell your country.

But in culture human blood is included

To sell the land to mines could be called genocide.

Try to understand, open your blue

What does it look like on the mother that we wander on

You probably haven't been keeping up with the debate

the earth that you know is the one in the flowerbed

You probably haven't been keeping up with the debate

What do you mean racism calling someone "lappen"

No you probably haven't been keeping up with the debate, we all own the place

you, me and the "wog"

You divide neighbours that learned to live among each other

Spreading lies about my family, my people.

Your word, a dagger.

Straight in the back of my kolt