Amerika - Tv-2

Nå men, der gik jeg så en sommerdag og forsøgte at få lidt orden på mit liv

Ud af historien faldt et postkort fra en allerede overvundet tid

Afsenderadressen var Amerika, Seksogfirstres, Skanderborg

Det var vores første sted i livet, et liv der varede lige omkring et år

Vi boede til leje i et hus ved søen, mig og nogle stykker inde fra byen af

En dag så vi på et kort, at vores drømmeslot hed Amerika

Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand

Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det: At alting vender tilbage

Vi spurgte en mand fra egnen, hvorfor det hed Amerika

Han forsvandt ind i fortiden og vendte tøvende tilbage:

Engang for længe siden henne på den lokale kro

Var sognets landsbytosse håndfast blevet lagt til ro

Han vågnede og bad om ordet, stillede sig op på et bord og sagde:

Farvel, alle I skiderikker, nu tager jeg til Amerika

Om morgenen var han forsvundet, over isen var han gået

De fandt ham ude i jeres lade, længere var han ikke nået

Han hang og dinglede i et reb, han havde taget sig selv af dage

Siden dengang har folk kaldt stedet her for Amerika

Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand

Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det: At alting vender tilbage

Som tragedie, som farce, som soap, som opera, som postkort fra Amerika

Vi tog hinanden om livet og gik ud i laden næste nat

Månen fór henover himlen, vinden hylede som besat

Vi rykkede tættere sammen og udbragte så en skål

For alle de der trodser frygten og forfølger deres mål

Næste sommer skulle vi videre, hver vores vej og hver til sit

Jeg tænker tit på om I opdagede jeres Amerika, og om jeg nogensinde finder mit?

Det er længere væk end man kan nå med sin forstand

Man må tage drømmene ind for at fatte det: At alting vender tilbage

Som tragedie, som farce, som soap, som opera, som postkort fra Amerika

Well, there I went one summer day and tried to get my life in order

Out of history fell a postcard from an already overcome time

The sender's address was Amerika, Seksogfirstres, Skanderborg

It was our first place in life, a life that lasted just about a year

We rented a house by the lake, me and some guys from the inner city

One day we saw on a map that our dream castle was called America

It is further away than you can reach with your mind

You have to take in the dreams to understand it: That everything will return

We asked a man from the area why it was called America

He disappeared into the past and returned hesitantly:

Once upon a time at the local inn

Had the village madman of the parish been firmly put to rest

He woke up and asked for the floor, stood up on a table and said:

Goodbye, all you skiers, now I'm going to America

In the morning he had disappeared, over the ice he had gone

They found him out in your barn, he had gone no further

He was hanging and dangling from a rope he had taken himself from days

Since then, people have called this place America

It is further away than you can reach with your mind

You have to take in the dreams to understand it: That everything will return

As tragedy, as farce, as soap, as opera, as postcards from America

We hugged each other and went out to the barn the next night

The moon moved across the sky, the wind howled as if possessed

We moved closer together and then shared a toast

For all those who defy fear and pursue their goals

Next summer we were to move on, each our way and each our own

I often wonder if you discovered your America and if I will ever find mine?

It is further away than you can reach with your mind

You have to take in the dreams to understand it: That everything will return

As tragedy, as farce, as soap, as opera, as postcards from America