Paroles et traduction Bubbi Morthens - Kaupmaðurinn Á Horninu

Kaupmaðurinn Á Horninu

Það var einu sinni díler sem dreymdi að eignast allt
Dóp sem var í landinu og allt á sama stað
Hörðum höndum vann hann og læðinn slægði net,
í lausamennsku var hjá Fíknó og átti Íslandsmet

Hann hafði aldrei setið inni, nei ekki einu sinni.
Á laugardögum mætti 'ann, menn þeir gátu hrætt hann,
Hann talaði og talaði og malaði og malaði.
Framtíð Fíknó skóp. Hann átti bæjarins versta dóp.

Hann átti fína nál og skeið og skratti fína dælu,
Skríða þurftu menn til hans ef ekta vildu sælu.
Samkeppnin var engin í undirheimum þá.
Alltaf varð hann fyrstur, kjafta menn á bak við slá.

Hann blandaði með sykri á svaka fína vigt.
Með svaka nef á feisinu sem fann ei neina lykt.
Var hataður af fíklum sem finna það á sér,
þeir fá ekkert dóp í bænum betra eins og er.

The Corner Dealer

There once was a dealer who dreamed of owning everything
Dope that was in the country and everything in the same place
With hard hands, he worked and cunningly cast the net
In agility, he was with Fíknó and had the Icelandic record

He had never been inside, no, not even once.
On Saturdays you could meet him, those men could scare him
He talked and talked and ground and ground.
Fíknó's future was created. He had the worst dope in town.

He had a fine needle and spoon and laughed finely
People had to creep to him if they wanted to experience real bliss.
There was no competition in the underworld then.
He always came first; people chat behind his back.

He mixed with sugar on his fine scales.
With weak noses on their faces that couldn't smell a thing.
Was hated by addicts who feel it in their own,
they can't get any better dope in town like it is.