Lyrics and translation Lars Vaular - Håret e tebake

Håret e tebake

Vi trodde vi var lur, men du lurer ingen
Lurer kun deg sjøl, og du lurer ingen
Skulle en uke vekk, kom aldri tebake
Eg e i hovedstaden, selger en ny plate
Barnevogn, morserstatning og to planter
Alenemødre ned i baggen graver opp skatter
Første gangen eg fikk hender på noen lapper
Eg hooket store G opp med en ny plate
Utrop til Store P, alpakka
Vi gjør moves i det stille mens de snakker

Øyeblikk i hølet der vi datt ned
Noen tror at eg har lyst til å bli forfatter
Alt er altfor ekte, alt er bare fakta
Eg så meg sjøl i speilet, håret e tebake
Strandsonen på en diger Kawasaki
Karma kommer for et rendezvous i natt

Hon va handling over ord, hon va gabby
Hon va heavy, Gro Espeseth på heading
Hon va opp og ned på siden, hon va Geddi
Willie Beamen speed demon, hon va Gary
Hon va Nils, den der apen va nysgjerrig
Kuttet opp nokken plater, hun var Teddy
Kunne baller, kunne køller, hun var caddy
Sov med øyet åpen, hun var litt som Fetty
Wap, va på vakt, hon va ridder, hon va jedi
Hon va en skihopper, hon va en ørn, hon va Eddie
Hon va rock steady, hon va rock, hon va steady
Hon ville ha en mann som va handy
Eg va han som va heldig i en halv [?]
Vi va langt ifra halv, va fullstending

Fanger øyeblikk i hølet der vi datt ned
Noen tror at eg har lyst til å bli forfatter
Men alt er altfor ekte, alt er bare fakta
Eg så meg sjøl i speilet, håret e tilbake
Strandsonen på en diger Kawasaki
Karma kommer for et rendezvous i natt

My Hair Is Back

We thought we were clever, but you deceive no one
You only deceive yourself, and you deceive no one
You were supposed to be gone for a week, you never came back
I'm in the capital, selling a new record
Stroller, formula, and two plants
Single mothers dig deep into their bags, searching for treasures
The first time I got my hands on some money
I hooked up G with a new record
Shout out to Store P, alpaca
We make moves in silence while the others talk

Moments in the hole where we fell down
Some think I want to be a writer
Everything is too real, everything is just facts
I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair is back
The beach on a big Kawasaki
Karma is coming for a rendezvous tonight

She was action over words, she was gabby
She was heavy, Gro Espeseth on heading
She was up and down on the side, she was Geddi
Willie Beamen speed demon, she was Gary
She was Nils, that monkey was curious
She cut up some records, she was Teddy
She could do balls, she could do clubs, she was a caddy
She slept with one eye open, she was a bit like Fetty
Wap, be on your guard, she was a knight, she was a Jedi
She was a ski jumper, she was an eagle, she was Eddie
She was rock steady, she was rock, she was steady
She wanted a man who was handy
I was the one who was lucky for a half [?]
We were far from half, we were complete

Catching moments in the hole where we fell down
Some think I want to be a writer
But everything is too real, everything is just facts
I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair is back
The beach on a big Kawasaki
Karma is coming for a rendezvous tonight