Beskyttergen - Pede B, David Dieu

Moren lægger røret på og græder lidt

Kigger ud af vinduet med et alt for bange blik

Har snakket med pansere, men de forsvarer dem ik'

Og familien kommer først, så det her er blevet et mareridt

Sønnen undrer sig, så far bliver spurgt

«Far, hvorfor græder mor, er det noget jeg har gjort?»

For verden er så larmende og stor

Når man er 7 år, og stadig ik' har brændt sine broer

Han svarer «Der' nogen der så lidt kan li' din far

At du skal ringe til politiet hvis de viser sig

Derudover må du ik' åbne døren for nogen

Som du ik' kan genkende gennem dørspionen»

Og sønnen er forvirret, for hvem var de vrede mennesker

Men glemmer indtil det sker igen et par dage efter

Gråd igen, og verden virker atter større

Drengen har ondt I maven, han ved ik' hvad han skal gøre

For det gør ondt når man ik' kan hjælpe

Tankerne er ik' bekvemme, nærmere pis' betændte

Men det' fastelavn, han smiler og viser tænderne

Møder op I kostume og griner sammen med vennerne

For han ka' ik' forklare det

Så når de har slået på tønden vikler han boldtræet ind I sin jakke

Lægger det bag reolen I entréen på sit barndomshjem

Han vil ku' gøre noget hvis de truer mor og far igen

Bare kom

Jeg føler at de kigger på mig

Hver gang mine øjne lukker

Ved ik' om I ka' forstå mig

Træd varsomt, homie du ka' bare komme

Suger røg ned I mine lunger

Mens stemmerne forstummer

Ved ik' om I ka' forstå mig

Men jeg bløder før mine venner bløder

Jeg hører bank på min dør

Jeg træder frem og jeg spør'

Hvem det er jeg kan høre

Han siger «det' bare mig»

Jeg genkender den stem'

Ved godt det' min ven

Lukker ham ind I mit hjem

Siger han har kvajet sig

Han har fucket rundt

Så nu' der et bundt

Drenge der vil ham ondt

De leger fangeleg

Og det var bare dråben

Så han vil skaffe et våben

Som han ka' pege på dem

Jeg råber straks nej

Lad nu være at gøre noget du fortryder

Som at få noget der skyder, og pege det på en forbryder

Du ved jo godt at våben betyder

At indsatsen flyver I vejret, hvor dumt det end lyder

Men tingene står rimelig klart for han er desperat

På nippet til at gøre noget dumt I en fart

Sætter ham ned, han kæderyger noller

Mens han tæller og folder de sidste penge fra hans bukselommer

Der' få muligheder, for han er ude og skide

Det' udlandet, konfrontation eller politiet

Og sidste udvej er lig med problemer

For bliver han stemplet som stikker får han klippet sine fingre

Og han gider ik' bli' brændemærket

Så det' konfrontation eller flugten over plankeværket

Han er ik' badboy, bare ude hvor han ik' ka' bunde

Efter et par beslutninger der var rimelig dumme

Så jeg giver ham et kram, ingen af os siger noget

Vil gerne ændre scenen, men chancen den er forbigået

Gi’r ham alle mine kontanter og ser knægten løbe

Mens han stadig er ét enkelt stykke, hvisker held og lykke

The mother hangs up and cries a little

Looking out the window with an overly scared look

Have talked to armor, but they do not defend them '

And the family comes first, so this has become a nightmare

The son wonders so father is asked

"Dad, why is mom crying, is that something I did?"

For the world is so noisy and big

When you are 7 years old and still have not burned your bridges

He replies "There's someone who likes your father so little

That you should call the police if they show up

In addition, do not open the door to anyone

As you can not recognize through the door spy »

And the son is confused, for who were the angry people

But forget until it happens again a few days after

Cry again and the world seems bigger again

The boy has a stomach ache, he does not know what to do

Because it hurts when you can not help

The mind is not 'comfortable, closer to piss' inflamed

But it's Shrove Tuesday, he smiles and shows his teeth

Show up in costume and laugh with friends

Because he can 'explain' it

So when they hit the barrel, he wraps the ball tree in his jacket

Puts it behind the shelf in the entrance of his childhood home

He will be able to do something if they threaten mother and father again

Just come

I feel like they're looking at me

Every time my eyes close

I do not know if you can understand me

Step carefully, homie you can just come

Sucks smoke down into my lungs

While the voices are muted

I do not know if you can understand me

But I bleed before my friends bleed

I hear a knock on my door

I step forward and I ask '

Who it is I can hear

He says "it 'just me"

I recognize that voice '

I know, my friend

Locks him in my home

Says he has choked

He's fucked around

So now there's a bundle

Boys who want to hurt him

The doctors prisoner

And that was just the drop

So he wants to get a weapon

As he can point to them

I immediately shout no

Now do not do anything you regret

Like getting something that shoots, and pointing it at a criminal

You know very well that weapons mean

That the effort flies in the air, no matter how stupid it sounds

But things are reasonably clear because he is desperate

On the verge of doing something stupid in a hurry

Puts him down, he chain smokes zeros

While he counts and folds the last money from his trouser pockets

There 'few opportunities, because he's out fucking

It 'abroad, confrontation or the police

And last resort equals problems

Because if he is stamped as a stab, he gets his fingers clipped

And he does not want to 'be' branded

So it 'confrontation or escape over the fence

He's not a badboy, just out where he can not bottom

After a few decisions that were reasonably stupid

So I give him a hug, none of us say anything

Would like to change the scene, but the chance it has passed

Give him all my cash and watch the kid run

While he is still a single piece, good luck whispers