Natasja - I Danmark Er Jeg Født Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

In Denmark I Was Born

The world is big, mark my words
I thrive where I live
But I miss Sudan and the red sand
My dad, my sister and my brother... ye-ah
So the world is big, mark my words
I miss my mom
When I follow my heart to where the pepper grows
And where music lives in every word... ye-ah
 
In Denmark I was born
'Tis there my home is
From there my roots, and
There my world extend1
But I hesitate year after year
I can't figure out where in the whole wide world
I should grow old, settle down and build my farm...
Ye-ah
Should I stay with my mom
And the hard winters in the cold North?
Or should I go south, following a tropical trail of rhythm?
Help me Odin and Thor!
 
The world is big, mark my words
I thrive where I live
But I miss Sudan and the red sand
My dad, my sister and my brother... ye-ah
So the world is big, mark my words
I miss my mom
When I follow my heart to where the pepper grows
And where music lives in every word... ye-ah
 
I travel away again to ease my melancholy
Full gallop in the warm desert wind
The horse was named and bought by Bin Laden
I'm the first woman to win a race and Sudan loses its mind
Nowhere else have I felt as loved and as at home
Family and smiles make me forget
That the Danish tongue is as soft as Mother's voice is2
Calls for me before long, with a sigh I wipe my wing
So I can turn due north again
But something drags me towards the Caribbean
There is a melody, so simple and so free
I sing along 'cause it's stuck inside
 
The world is big, mark my words
I thrive where I live
But I miss Sudan and the red sand
My dad, my sister and my brother... ye-ah
So the world is big, mark my words
I miss my mom
When I follow my heart to where the pepper grows
And where music lives in every word... ye-ah
 
Denmark, you freeze now
People are shuddering now
Your winter is long
I hum the one about hyacints, but
I know the sun is gone again
And I'd have to travel far to find it
So I work on my music, I grab pen and paper
Ye-ah
I write songs about mixed blood
And about the storm raging in my head
About picking and choosing, about being, about showing courage
And energy
 
The world is big, mark my words
I thrive where I live
But I miss Sudan and the red sand
My dad, my sister and my brother... ye-ah
So the world is big, mark my words
I miss my mom
When I follow my heart to where the pepper grows
And where music lives in every word... ye-ah
 
It's completely irrelevant just how Danish I am
I will always be 'that little dark girl'
'Are you adopted?'
'Are you from India?'
'Do you have a dad?'
'Where are you from?'
And I have to answer: 'Islands Brygge, obviously!'
I feel Danish and it's easy to blend in
But there'll always be a Pia, a Johnny and an Evartsen3
Who thinks I'm stupid and ugly and should be send home
But fuck them, I know the whole world is my home!
Try again!
In Sudan I have family and love
But lack the career and won't be married off
Jamaica has my career in check
There's gallop and there's backup when I flex lyrics
'Watcha...Yo tha little white girl deh can sing
Bombocloth yo little white girl eah go be
Where tha white girl come from
Where you come from again?'
I run the show when I talk like them
I hear my songs rule Irie FM
And even though they like me and love my voice
I'm very white and smell heavily of money, ey
 
I try my luck year after year
And I know exactly where I stand
In Sudan I'm a paleface
And in Denmark, the black sheep... baa
 

• 1. Direct quotes from H.C. Andersens 'Denmark, My Native Land'.
• 2. Another direct 'Denmark, My Native Land' quote - literally 'that the Danish language is my mother's voice'.
• 3. Likely references to Pia Kjærsgaard, Jonni Hansen and Ruth Evensen

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