Paroles et traduction Karl William - Rammer Perfekt

Rammer Perfekt

I et univers med smag af nyere liv
Melankolsk hvor bagtanken er aggressiv
Blod i munden kuldegysninger
Nærmest på kanten til forfrysninger
En ærlig satan i fra bund til top
Læg dig ned og fyld din lunge op
Unge krop skal have som party på i dag
Fundamentet lagt og hver mand hver sin smag ja
Millimeter fra min dybe søvn
Er i indvandre i manirøv
Dybere end bund du selv bestemmer hvor
Stopper eller om du bliver der hvor du står
Du aldrig føler på og så vi ens
Tidlig aftner blir' til morgner sent
Tolker selv og gør det via lyden
Dem der sætter punktum ved din attitude
Hvad sker der, hvad sker der, hvad sker der
Drama drama drama drama
Fordi der kun få ting som vi rammer perfekt
(Rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt)
Fordi der kun få ting som vi rammer perfekt
(Rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt)
Fordi der kun få ting som vi rammer perfekt
Fordi der kun få ting som vi rammer perfekt
Fordi der kun få ting som vi rammer perfekt
(Rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt)
Pletskud røven er for tyndet noget
Let udprøver på at synge sproget
Bagage fuld af kød og blod
De kan ik' se igennem mit fucking hoved
Ja ja så lad spil som jeg er
Alt andet vil være besvær for mig, for mig, for mig
For jeg er liste fjæs
Så jeg, så jeg, så jeg,
De tror det ender så synligt
Men intet ender for nyligt på måden vi gør det på
Timens gang, kvindernes byliv
Kokkerne bruser, åbne sind når de ruser
Samle sine øjne når de ser at en af hovederne slog sig
Ja, vi står i kø for samme ting som dem
Sigter sikkert mens de slår igen
Drama, drama, drama
Fordi der kun få ting som vi rammer perfekt
(Rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt)
Fordi der kun få ting som vi rammer perfekt
(Rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt)
Fordi der kun få ting som vi rammer perfekt
(Rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt, rammer perfekt)

Rammer Perfekt

In a universe with the taste of recent life
Melancholy where the ulterior motive is aggressive
Blood in your mouth, chills
Almost on the edge of frostbite
An honest Satan from top to bottom
Lie down and fill your lungs
Young body should have a party today
The foundation is laid and every man to his own taste, yes
Millimeters from my deep sleep
Are immigrants in the manner of a donkey
Deeper than the bottom, you decide where
Stop or stay where you are
You never feel and so we are the same
Early evenings turn into late mornings
Interpreting ourselves and doing it through sound
Those who put a period on your attitude
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up
Drama, drama, drama, drama
Because there are only a few things that we hit perfectly
(Hit perfectly, hit perfectly, hit perfectly)
Because there are only a few things that we hit perfectly
(Hit perfectly, hit perfectly, hit perfectly)
Because there are only a few things that we hit perfectly
Because there are only a few things that we hit perfectly
Because there are only a few things that we hit perfectly
(Hit perfectly, hit perfectly, hit perfectly)
Bullseye my ass is thin
An easy test of singing the language
Baggage full of flesh and blood
They can't see through my fucking head
Yes, yes, so let's play as I am
Anything else would be a hassle for me, for me, for me
Because I'm a sneaky jerk
So I, so I, so I,
They think it will end so visibly
But nothing ends recently the way we do it
The passing of time, the city life of women
The cooks are buzzing, their minds open when they rush
Collecting his eyes when they see that one of the heads has knocked itself out
Yes, we are queuing for the same thing as them
Aiming surely as they attack again
Drama, drama, drama
Because there are only a few things that we hit perfectly
(Hit perfectly, hit perfectly, hit perfectly)
Because there are only a few things that we hit perfectly
(Hit perfectly, hit perfectly, hit perfectly)
Because there are only a few things that we hit perfectly
(Hit perfectly, hit perfectly, hit perfectly)