Brevduer - Danny Maroc, Muri

Hva skjer’a, kompis?

Lenge sia sist

Har bytta nummer i det siste, og jeg vet at du har ringt

Hvordan er ferien din?

Kommer du deg igjennom?

Hørte fra moren din, du får besøk innimellom

Det er fett, og du vet selv jeg hadde kommet

Men de slipper ikke inn meg fordi jeg er domfelt

Jeg vet at du vet at jeg ikke har glemt deg

Har du mottatt cash?

Ja, for gutta skal ha sendt deg

Jeg vet i cella, for verden blir man blind, bror

Hjemmelengsel, så her har du et vindu

Moren din, hun har det bra, selv om hun gråter litt

Er innom nå og da, og oppmuntrer henne litt

Her i hooden er ting det samme gamle

Utenom at vi er på gressbanen ofte og spiller ball, men

Vi savner deg på laget, alle gutta teller dager

Når du kommer tilbake, så blir det bra dager

Jeg sender deg et brev, håper at du lever vel

Og at tida renner fort på innsida til vi ses igjen

Så jeg håper at mitt brev fargelegger din vegg

Når dagene er grå og du lengter etter å komme hjem

Til vi sees igjen, sees igjen, sees igjen

Til vi sees igjen, sees igjen, sees igjen

Til vi sees igjen, sees igjen, sees igjen

Til vi sees igjen, sees igjen, sees igjen

(Er vi brevduer)

Hva skjer’a, Danny?

Tusen takk for brevet

Det betyr mye, og jeg vet at du vet det

Godt å høre at alle har det bra

Her i gråsonen lever jeg dag for dag

Det er sant det de sier, at man bare er et nummer

Et dyr i bur, for det meste innelåst på rommet

Mange snakker som det er fett, de bare later som

Stress og angst følger med, det er noe de ikke snakker om

Holdes våken av folk, de skriker om natta

Eneste jeg tenker på, min fortvilende mamma

Det spiser meg innvendig

Jeg gjorde det jeg måtte, men det endte uheldig

Prøver å se framover, gå på skole, pumpe vekter, lese bøker sent på kvelden

Ser på friheten fra vinduet, de stundene jeg lengter

Det hjalp meg veldig mye at du sendte dette brevet

Det er kjedelig som faen her, så, bror, send meg flere

What's going on, buddy?

Long last time

Changed my number lately and I know you called

How is your holiday?

Will you get through?

Heard from your mother, you get visitors from time to time

It's fat and you know even I had come

But they don't let me in because I'm a convict

I know that you know that I have not forgotten you

Have you received cash?

Yes, because the guys must have sent you

I know in cella, for the world one goes blind, brother

Homesick, so here you have a window

Your mother, she is fine, although she is crying a little

Stop by every now and then and give her some encouragement

Here in the hood, things are the same old

Except that we are on the grass field often and play ball, but

We miss you on the team, all the guys are counting days

When you come back, it will be good days

I am sending you a letter, hope you are well

And that time is running fast on the inside until we meet again

So I hope that my letter colors your wall

When the days are gray and you long to come home

Until we see you again, see you again, see you again

Until we see you again, see you again, see you again

Until we see you again, see you again, see you again

Until we see you again, see you again, see you again

(Are We Carrier Pigeons)

What's going on, Danny?

Thank you very much for the letter

It means a lot and I know you know it

Glad to hear that everyone is doing well

Here in the gray zone, I live day by day

It's true what they say, you're just a number

A caged animal, mostly locked in the room

A lot of people talk like it's fat, they're just pretending

Stress and anxiety come with it, it's something they don't talk about

Kept awake by people, they scream at night

The only thing I can think of is my desperate mother

It eats me up inside

I did what I had to, but it ended badly

Trying to look ahead, go to school, pump weights, read books late at night

Looking at the freedom from the window, the moments I long for

It helped me very much that you sent this letter

It's boring as hell here, so, bro, send me more