Paroles et traduction L.O.C. - Martyrium

Martyrium

Jeg kunne synge dig de smukkeste strofer,
Men behover slet ikke
Forde lytter jo alligevel forst nar jeg siger,
Smukke kvinder vil behandles som pis

Jeg er ikke en lober, men gar skaevt i spillet
Dod over pressen, please tag mit billede
Lad fingeren ramme droblen og braek dig pa poblen
Haeld hvidt pulver ud pa kummen, i nat skal du danse med en ladt pistol i munden
Og kryds dine sma fissefingre, for det hele gar galt
For de elsker jo en skandale
Ja, pres graensen til du ikke kan se smukt fra vammelt
Bind karrieren fast i loftet og spark til din skammel

Bloddiamanter om mit handled,
Solbriller pa selvom jeg er hjemme
For jeg er sa cool at din bitch hun bare gar ned
Fuck at jeg er en taber jeg er sa let at genkende
Jeg lover dig bitch, jeg kunne give dig den
Allerbedste nat i dit liv

Kom hardt eller kom ikke
Konstant sindssyg i gernings-ojeblikket
Sa meget mening at de ikke kan tage den
Nu ved jeg hvad Larsen mente
Da han sang om masser af den
Sa lad mig genintroducere mig selv
For ingen giver en flyvende fuck,
Nar du blotter din sjael
Ja, jeg er ham rapperen, der dufter lidt af nye penge
Taler meget omkaerlighed, lever for alt andet end
Stigmatiseret ved egen hand
Dog stadig forfattende en nekrolog i sin drom
Han kom fra Vestfronten med darligt nyt
For sindssygdom gor dig sa fucking dyb
En tabers adfaerd men stadig den bedste
Sa nar jeg dor skal der sta at alle vidste det
Og pussy ventede du pa omkvaedet
Var han den helt rigtige at fucke med

Bloddiamanter om mit handled,
Solbriller pa selvom jeg er hjemme
For jeg er sa cool at din bitch hun bare gar ned
Fuck at jeg er en taber jeg er sa let at genkende
Jeg lover dig bitch, jeg kunne give dig den
Allerbedste nat i dit liv

(French part)

Jeg har sandhed i blikket sa detvirker vemodigt
Mig hadkneppe dig graensepsykotisk
Symbolsk deprimeret, ja det sa gotisk
Dit vade fucking mareridt tragikomisk
Langt mere potent end alt det pis du tog sidst
Men ingen gider dig laengere, er det ikke ironisk
Jeg kunne give dig den allerbedste nat i dit liv
Men alt du taenker pa er.

Bloddiamanter om mit handled,
Solbriller pa selvom jeg er hjemme
For jeg er sa cool at din bitch hun bare gar ned
Fuck at jeg er en taber jeg er sa let at genkende
Jeg lover dig bitch, jeg kunne give dig den
Allerbedste nat i dit liv

Martyrdom

I could sing you the most beautiful verses,
But I don't even need to
Because you only listen when I say,
Beautiful women want to be treated like shit

I'm not a player, but damn, I'm twisted in the game
Death to the press, please take my picture
Let your finger hit the trigger and break on the crowd
Pour white powder on the counter, tonight you'll dance with a loaded gun in your mouth
And cross your little pussy fingers, because it's all going wrong
Because they love a scandal
Yeah, push the limit until you can't tell beautiful from disgusting
Tie your career to the ceiling and kick away your stool

Blood diamonds around my wrist,
Sunglasses on even though I'm at home
Because I'm so cool your bitch just goes down
Fuck that I'm a loser, I'm so easy to recognize
I promise you bitch, I could give you the
Best night of your life

Come hard or don't come at all
Constantly insane in the moment of action
So much meaning they can't take it
Now I know what Larsen meant
When he sang about plenty of it
So let me reintroduce myself
Because nobody gives a flying fuck,
When you bare your soul
Yeah, I'm that rapper who smells a little like new money
Talks a lot about love, lives for anything but
Stigmatized by his own hand
Still writing an obituary in his dream
He came from the Western Front with bad news
Because mental illness makes you so fucking deep
A loser's behavior but still the best
So when I die it should say that everyone knew it
And pussy you were waiting for the chorus
Was he the right one to fuck with

Blood diamonds around my wrist,
Sunglasses on even though I'm at home
Because I'm so cool your bitch just goes down
Fuck that I'm a loser, I'm so easy to recognize
I promise you bitch, I could give you the
Best night of your life

(French part)

I have truth in my eyes so it seems melancholic
Me hate-fucking you borderline psychotic
Symbolically depressed, yeah it's so gothic
Your wet fucking nightmare tragicomic
Much more potent than all that shit you took last
But nobody wants you anymore, isn't that ironic
I could give you the best night of your life
But all you think about is.

Blood diamonds around my wrist,
Sunglasses on even though I'm at home
Because I'm so cool your bitch just goes down
Fuck that I'm a loser, I'm so easy to recognize
I promise you bitch, I could give you the
Best night of your life