Novembervej [English translation]

The sun always shines on a winner

That's what they always tell me, yeah

But I'm more than that, then who am I

And what does life want from me, watch me

All Han Solo in a BMW, no bitches behind me

My voice makes money and the money add up

I clean up my own shit, get up early - call me the garbage man

So dear hater say good morning to my middle finger

Black clothing, big art, black conscience

The suburbs follows me, it shows, you know

My flow must be send from above, cause I'm so fresh

that someone think I was born yesterday,

but I must be born tomorrow

Rock star, motherfucker, globetrotter

But I never forget where I come from

And I've heard that about 85 percent always go back home again

I wonder if I'm one of them

For ever apparently Denmark will live in me

It seeps from every pore whether I want it or not

I'm different apparently, I'm still looking for answers

Where do you go to when you are from Novemberstreet

Black clouds, rain that keeps falling

Sunbeams - as always outnumbered

But we're used to it so we let the darkness through

Just let the storm rage as long as I have a following wind

And that's just my dreams, my ambitions have grown

No matter where I am I have space to move

And the clouds up there sets no boundaries

No shit, no pills, no drugs, we took the chances

Polite, but looking for a bit of trouble

So go for a ride with me through the streets of my childhood

We'll keep driving even when the tires are let down

Disappears inside of myself - call it my free space

Like a christianit1 - they can't kill us

Don't even need a bed - I'm at peace with myself

I always look ahead, but promise that I never will

Forget where I'm from and where I belong

For ever apparently Denmark will live in me

It seeps from every pore whether I want it or not

I'm different apparently, I'm still looking for answers

Where do you go to when you are from Novemberstreet

I do it for those who's gone forever

And for those who returns back home

I do it until I get that smile back on your lips

I salute you, then I wave goodbye

I do this because I want to make a difference

I don't do it for dollars, not for peanuts, not for eartnuts

I do it for love, for new life, for midwifes

I do it for the old, when they sit apart

So they can each remember their Novemberstreet

For ever apparently Denmark will live in me

It seeps from every pore whether I want it or not

I'm different apparently, I'm still looking for answers

Where do you go to when you are from Novemberstreet

Where do you, where, where do you go to

Where do you, where, where do you go to

Where do you go to when you are from Novemberstreet

I think I'll say it again

Where do you, where, where do you go to

Where do you, where, where do you go to

Where do you go to when you are from Novemberstreet

1. Someone from Christiania, a self-proclaimed autonomous neighbourhood in the Danish capital Copenhagen