L.O.C. - Klub 27 - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction L.O.C. - Klub 27




Klub 27
Club 27
1. Vers L.O.C.
1st Verse L.O.C.
Mine damer og det der' værd, ligaen er ekstraordinær
My ladies and those who matter, the league is extraordinary
Stodderkal og player har glasset i vejret
Scoundrels and players raise their glasses high
Pladen er ik' gået i hak, den er bare støvet
The record isn't skipping, it's just dusty
Og sat grammofonen i klub 27
And playing on the gramophone in Club 27
gu' ve' om jeg' ik' alen' me' det
So damn right, I'm not alone in this
La' mig se hva' den bitch er til efter noget GHB
Let me see what that bitch is up to after some GHB
Med knust ___ vi drikker vodka i et shotglas
With crushed ice, we drink vodka in a shot glass
Uhuh... VIP'en har nok plads
Uhuh... The VIP has enough space
Og jeg ta'r alt som følger med den
And I'll take everything that comes with it
Bredt smil læben spiller skæbner rouletten
With a broad smile, I play fates on the roulette
samvittigheden er helt tom
So my conscience is completely empty
Blandt de koner badet i neon
Among the women bathed in neon
jeg be om noget der virker
So I must ask for something that works
Jeg begriber ik' at lortet kører i cirkler
I don't understand how this shit keeps going in circles
ÅND UD sidste vejrtrækning røber
EXHALE, the last breath reveals
Om det er i køen ved porten eller den røde løber
Whether it's in the queue at the gate or on the red carpet
Omkvæd
Chorus
Løft dit glas i vejret...
Raise your glass high...
Ta' det lort til hovedet og sig...
Take that shit to your head and say...
I ka finde mig her...
You can find me here...
Klub 27 i VIP...
Club 27 in VIP...
Find mig her
Find me here
Klub 27 i VIP
Club 27 in VIP
Find mig her
Find me here
Klub 27 i VIP
Club 27 in VIP
2.Vers Bai-D
2nd Verse Bai-D
Folk falder ind i mørket omkring mig, stemmer forsvinder, følelsen af velvære bakker ud tilbage hvor angsten oprinder
People fade into the darkness around me, voices disappear, the feeling of well-being recedes back to where the anxiety arises
Og sprutten brænder mens boblen ta'r tænder i klub 27
And the booze burns while the bubble bursts in Club 27
Og håbet forsvinder ligesom folk man tror man kender
And hope vanishes just like people you think you know
Ene mand når det ender, sprut, eskapistfilm og knækket og brænder, en sulten mesterlist
Alone when it ends, booze, escapist films, and broken and burning, a hungry masterpiece
Klientellet spænder vi, prototyperne samles her
We span the clientele, the prototypes gather here
Som en mindre hær altid et barn uden besvær
Like a small army, always a child without a hassle
Men her står men selv til regnskab for sit medlemsskab
But here you stand accountable for your membership
Når det nu er en stolpe til et hegn i en uendelig sag
When it's just a post for a fence in an endless case
Masseproducenter, uagtsomme eskapader
Mass producers, careless escapades
Lever stærkt og dør ungt og efterlader et smukt lig
Live hard and die young and leave a beautiful corpse
Du ik andet end en hader, men rider som en sadler
You're nothing but a hater, but you ride like a saddler
Og din kælling har reddet mine dadler
And your chick has been feasting on my dates
Se jeg slapper af, giver efter, med oprejst pand'
See, I'm relaxing, giving in, with my head held high
I tunnellen imod åbenbaringens lys for enden
In the tunnel towards the light of revelation at the end
Omkvæd
Chorus
Løft dit glas i vejret...
Raise your glass high...
Ta' det lort til hovedet og sig...
Take that shit to your head and say...
I ka finde mig her...
You can find me here...
Klub 27 i VIP...
Club 27 in VIP...
Find mig her
Find me here
Klub 27 i VIP
Club 27 in VIP
Find mig her
Find me here
Klub 27 i VIP
Club 27 in VIP
3.Vers L.O.C.
3rd Verse L.O.C.
Renser mit ansigt i champagneregn
I cleanse my face in champagne rain
Ridder stormen det halv' af vej'n
Riding the storm, halfway there
Med følelser som ik' er min egn'
With feelings that aren't from my land
Be'r min' tanker om at si' mig noget
I ask my thoughts to tell me something
HVAD?
WHAT?
At der' en vej som vi ik' har gået
That there's a path we haven't walked
HVA' DET FOR NOGET?
WHAT'S THAT?
For afgrunden bider mig i hælene
Because the abyss is biting at my heels
BITCH LUK MUNDEN DET NOGET DU SELV VÆLGER
BITCH SHUT UP, IT'S SOMETHING YOU CHOOSE
Du har ret glasskallen den splintrer
You're right, the glass skull is shattering
Og hennesseyen den lindrer tog bare noget tid at find' mig
And the Hennessy soothes, it just took some time to find myself
I stormens center intet mindre
In the center of the storm, nothing less
GODT NU KA' JEG KEND' DIG IGEN NÅR FOLK DE VENTER
GOOD, NOW I CAN RECOGNIZE YOU AGAIN WHEN PEOPLE ARE WAITING
Man er ingenting før man er ud' og skid'
You're nothing until you're out and about
Og homie så' man stadig kun ud' og skid'
And homie, then you're still just out and about
Omkvæd.
Chorus.
Løft dit glas i vejret...
Raise your glass high...
Ta' det lort til hovedet og sig...
Take that shit to your head and say...
I ka finde mig her...
You can find me here...
Klub 27 i VIP...
Club 27 in VIP...
Find mig her
Find me here
Klub 27 i VIP
Club 27 in VIP
Find mig her
Find me here
Klub 27 i VIP
Klub 27 in VIP





Writer(s): LIAM O'CONNOR, A DUELUND, LOUIS WINDING


Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.