Ens Død - Pede B

Jeg ved ingenting om han, måske var han den stille type

Der tavst sad i hjørnet og helst bare ville lytte

Måske festens centrum, en der råbte og skreg

Som folk de måske ligefrem så op til som et folkeeje

Det kan være han var gammel og vis

En praktisk gris der hjalp til når erfaring sku' gis'

Måske ung og ambitiøs for han havde meget at bevise

Og var sulten på livet som om han aldrig havde spist

Det eneste jeg kan sige med nogen beviser

Er at han var registreret i et donor register

Og at han desværre omkom sidste vinter

Og derved havde en finger med i spillet for min mindste fætter

Den enes død, den andens brød

Den ene side er hård, den anden er forbandet sød

Så vi skåler, drikker vin og spiser kalvekød

For i morgen kan vi alle bløde — X2

Min fætter fik massivt nyresvigt forrige år

Behandlingen drænede ham selvom han er overordentlig hård

Da jeg besøgte ham i 2013

Sagde han til mig at han ikke vidste om han overhovedet kunne klare den

Han blev en gammel mand på nul komma fem

Vi ønskede alle sammen han ku' set lidt ung ud igen

For dialyse behandlingen gjorde ham gråhåret på få uger

Fra sportsmand til at blive forpustet af gåture

Han har en sjælden blodtype så de sagde alle

Det vil' tage en masse tid før de fandt et organ der ku' passe

Han ku' ik' ta' sig af det

For han har en søn og kæmpede videre for fars lille skattebasse

Op med hovedet, skid på det hele

Til han fik et opkald der gjorde at tiden stod stille

Hospital, operation, isolation i flere uger

Pumpet op på stoffer der gav kvalme og hedeture

Den enes død, den andens brød

Den ene side er hård, den anden er forbandet sød

Så vi skåler, drikker vin og spiser kalvekød

For i morgen kan vi alle bløde — X2

Min fætter vidste naturligvis ingenting

Om manden der reddede ham fra livet i en seng

Men han overtalte sygeplejersken til at forklare

Hvilken by hans nye organ det egentlig var fra

Og da han vidste det, der søgte han i aviser

Så han kunne sammensætte de fornødne indicier

Kun ét trafikuheld passede profilen

En fyrre årig dræbt, kørt i rabbatten i bilen

Han fandt familien på nettet

Og det gjorde at han blev virkelig splittet

Så han spør' om han skal opsøge de efterladte

Og ærlig talt ved jeg slet ik' om jeg selv vil' ha det

Vil' måske bare minde dem om tabet

Og det ku' sikkert genoplive skelleterne i skabet

Så det en plan jeg ik' ved om han sku' udføre

Så lad mig spørge dig kære lytter, hvad vil' du gøre

Den enes død, den andens brød

Den ene side er hård, den anden er forbandet sød

Så vi skåler, drikker vin og spiser kalvekød

For i morgen kan vi alle bløde — X2

I know nothing about him, maybe he was the quiet type

There sat silently in the corner and would rather just listen

Maybe the center of the party, someone shouting and screaming

As people they might even look up to as a people's property

It may be he was old and wise

A practical pig that helped when experience was 'given'

Maybe young and ambitious because he had a lot to prove

And was hungry for life as if he had never eaten

The only thing I can say with any evidence

Is that he was registered in a donor register

And that he unfortunately perished last winter

And thereby had a finger in the pie for my youngest cousin

The death of one, the bread of the other

One side is tough, the other is damn sweet

So we toast, drink wine and eat veal

Because tomorrow we can all soften - X2

My cousin had massive kidney failure last year

The treatment drained him even though he is extraordinarily harsh

When I visited him in 2013

He told me he did not know if he could handle it at all

He became an old man at zero point five

We all wished he could look a little young again

For dialysis treatment made him gray-haired in a few weeks

From sportsman to being breathless by walking

He has a rare blood type so they all said

It will take a lot of time before they find a body that can fit

He could not take care of it

For he has a son and fought on for father's little treasure bass

Upside down, shit on it all

Until he got a call that made time stand still

Hospital, surgery, isolation for several weeks

Pumped up on substances that caused nausea and hot flashes

The death of one, the bread of the other

One side is tough, the other is damn sweet

So we toast, drink wine and eat veal

Because tomorrow we can all soften - X2

Of course, my cousin knew nothing

About the man who saved him from life in a bed

But he persuaded the nurse to explain

What a city his new body it really was from

And when he knew it, he searched in newspapers

So he could put together the necessary clues

Only one traffic accident matched the profile

A forty-year-old killed, driven in the rebate in the car

He found the family online

And that made him really split

So he asks if he should seek out the bereaved

And honestly, I do not know if I want to

Maybe 'just want to remind them of the loss

And it could certainly revive the skeletons in the closet

So it's a plan I do not know if he should carry out

So let me ask you dear listener, what do you want to do?

The death of one, the bread of the other

One side is tough, the other is damn sweet

So we toast, drink wine and eat veal

Because tomorrow we can all soften - X2