Fundament - Sleiman, Gilli, Young

Barndomsgaden støbt i beton

Cement og metal se dig om

Vinduerne, murerne, navne' på dørene

Hvor du kender hver en krog, hvert et hjørne

Lydene, dufte, minderne

Hver gang du går ud passer du ind i det

Og den mand du er blevet til

Er du fordi du har set det og levet det

Barndomsgaden er en del af dig

Og du kan aldrig læg' det helt bag dig

Men du kan nemt kom' til at glem'

Hvad der virkelig gør et hjem til et hjem

For det' dem bag murerne, dem i vinduerne

Dem der ber' en stille bøn for dig inde i stuerne

Du finder dine venner, når vinden den vender

Dit fundament er der hvor overhalingsbanen ender

Brormand tænk på de ting, der er sket

De ting vi går igennem og de ting vi har set

Åh-åhhh, det vores mentalitet

Grå dage på beton' lyst op af blå blink

Ingen her vil dele, alle vil gerne tjen' peng'

Åh-åhhh, det vores mentalitet

Længe leve underklassernes liv

At vi ikke elsker ghettoen, vil ikke passe og skriv', for ser du'

Vores fundament, er det tunge cement

Vi har kun hinanden, men det har de unge snart glemt

Unge stjerner fra slummen, som stille fjernes fra bunden

Vi er omringet af det pis, der gør vores hjerner for dum'

Vi har så meget, vi vil sige, som de gerne vil forstumme

Oftest går det galt, pga. lærenes grund, så du ved:

Vi udsatte, vi udmatte', vi lever livet, som vi tror Gud vil ha' det

Og nogle af os, ja vi er ude hele natten

Og gør ting, som skaber brud i debatten

Ingen tvivl om at der er mange, der er blinde

Men hvis vi får et overblik, kan vi langsomt vende

Så hvad' en udvandrer, når han endelig vandrer ind?

Det er sund fornuft, ik' at forpeste andres sind!

Brormand tænk på de ting, der er sket

De ting vi går igennem, og de ting vi har set

Åh-åhhh, det vores mentalitet

Grå dage på beton' lyst op af blå blink

Ingen her vil dele, alle vil gerne tjen' peng'

Åh-åhhh, det vores mentalitet

Brormand tænk på de ting, der er sket

De ting vi går igennem, og de ting vi har set

Åh-åhhh, det vores mentalitet

Grå dage på beton' lyst op af blå blink

Ingen her vil dele, alle vil gerne tjen' peng'

Åh-åhhh, det vores mentalitet

Barndomsgaden cast in concrete

Cement and metal look around you

The windows, the walls, the names' on the doors

Where you know every nook and cranny, every nook and cranny

The sounds, the smells, the memories

Every time you go out you fit into it

And the man you have become

Are you because you have seen it and lived it

Barndomsgaden is a part of you

And you can never put it completely behind you

But you can easily 'forget'

What really makes a home a home

For 'those behind the walls, those in the windows

Those who pray a silent prayer for you in the living rooms

You will find your friends when the wind blows it

Your foundation is where the overtaking path ends

Brother, think of the things that have happened

The things we go through and the things we have seen

Oh-ohhh, that's our mentality

Gray days on concrete 'lit up by blue flashes

Nobody here wants to share, everyone wants to make 'money'

Oh-ohhh, that's our mentality

Long live the lives of the lower classes

That we do not love the ghetto will not fit and write ', because you see'

Our foundation, is the heavy cement

We only have each other, but the young people soon forgot that

Young stars from the slum, which are quietly removed from the bottom

We are surrounded by the piss that makes our brains too stupid '

We have as much we want to say as they want to silence

Most often it goes wrong, due to the teachers' reason, so you know:

We are vulnerable, we are exhausted, we live life as we believe God wants it

And some of us, yes we are out all night

And do things that break the debate

No doubt there are many who are blind

But if we get an overview, we can slowly turn around

So what's an emigrant when he finally migrates in?

It is common sense not to plague the minds of others!

Brother, think of the things that have happened

The things we go through and the things we have seen

Oh-ohhh, that's our mentality

Gray days on concrete 'lit up by blue flashes

Nobody here wants to share, everyone wants to make 'money'

Oh-ohhh, that's our mentality

Brother, think of the things that have happened

The things we go through and the things we have seen

Oh-ohhh, that's our mentality

Gray days on concrete 'lit up by blue flashes

Nobody here wants to share, everyone wants to make 'money'

Oh-ohhh, that's our mentality