Lyrics and translation Rakkere - FIRE VEGGER

FIRE VEGGER

Skrevet ned ord i min bok
Kaster dem bort vil ha vilje
Og kan'ke vi to
Bare møtes på midten som bryna til Frida

Kortere sagt
Shit skjer når barna blir lagt
Da blir det styggeste sagt
Skummelt med makt

Ung og litt fucked
Ung ut og skaffer, er helten på jakt
Husker det meste, men mista kontakt
Kan'ke forandre på ting som er sagt

Når du sitter der fast, eller sitter der daglig
Ubehagelig og uansvarlig
Hvorfor må sånt være gøy, mann
Når jeg ligger på ryggen og flyter i saltvann

Så blir jeg til fjær
Men jeg bader ikke hvis jeg ikke har klær på kroppen min
Lua til sokken min, hårfin, jeg ble født hårfin
Skriver ned rim, drukner i vin, du kaster bort tid, men bro det er mitt liv

Jeg ser deg snoke i min bok
Der jeg har mine hemmeligheter, jeg mister troen fort
Du sa det var et uhell, men mitt problem er stort
Og gjort er gjort

Så kom igjen, ta meg med til drømmeland
Jeg vil tilbake til når jeg var barn
Ingenting å tenke på, bare nyte livet
Men jeg må passe på, så mange ting som lager sår

Jeg går og tråkker i glasskår
Ja det gjør vondt, men alt går bra så lenge hele klikken røyker opp
Jeg går blind for godt
Så vi lar lyset brenne ut

Mellom disse fire veggene
For alt jeg håpet på
Var en reklame på TV

Fire veggene
Fire veggene
Fire veggene
Fire veggene

Fire veggene
Fire veggene
Fire veggene
Fire veggene

FOUR WALLS

Wrote down words in my book,
Throwing them away, I want the will,
And can't we two
Just meet in the middle like Frida's brows?

Simply put,
Shit happens when the kids are put to bed,
That's when the ugliest things are said,
Scary with power,

Young and a little fucked up,
Young and out procuring, the hero's on the hunt,
Remember most of it, but lost contact,
Can't change things that have been said.

When you're stuck there, or sit there daily,
Uncomfortable and irresponsible,
Why does that kind of stuff have to be fun, man,
When I'm lying on my back floating in salt water?

Then I turn into a feather,
But I don't swim if I don't have clothes on my body,
My sock's hat, hair-thin, I was born hair-thin,
Writing down rhymes, drowning in wine, you're wasting time, but bro, it's my life.

I see you snooping in my book,
Where I have my secrets, I lose faith quickly,
You said it was an accident, but my problem is big,
And what's done is done.

So come on, take me to dreamland,
I want to go back to when I was a child,
Nothing to think about, just enjoy life,
But I have to be careful, so many things that create wounds.

I'm walking on shards of glass,
Yeah it hurts, but everything's alright as long as the whole clique smokes up,
I'm going blind for good,
So we let the light burn out.

Between these four walls,
For all I hoped for
Was a commercial on TV.

Four walls
Four walls
Four walls
Four walls

Four walls
Four walls
Four walls
Four walls