Lars Vaular feat. Store P & Verk - Synger på siste verset - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Lars Vaular feat. Store P & Verk - Synger på siste verset




Synger på siste verset
Singing on the Last Verse
Et kort vers for en flott dame
A short verse for a beautiful lady
Kort dag, kort spørsmål, kort svar, kort samtale
Short day, short question, short answer, short conversation
Eg glemte kortet I baren, kort sagt
I forgot my card at the bar, so in short
Ka som helst, kor som helst, korttenkt, men eg kan svaret
Whatever, wherever, short-sighted, but I know the answer
Har gått langt, kanskje for langt
I've come a long way, maybe too far
Men det e'kkje gale at det ikkje e godt for noe
But it's not so bad that it's not good for something
Har komt langt, ikkje for langt
I've come a long way, not too far
E der du falle hvis du aldri har stått for noe
This is where you have to fall if you've never stood for anything
Men ikkje sitt å grin for meg
But don't sit and grin at me
Bergen by trenger aldri å ha py for meg
Bergen city never needs to feel sorry for me
For eg vet at alt henger sammen
Because I know everything is connected
Samme troen som ga noen avsky for meg
The same faith that made some people loathe me
Va samme troen som ga liv til meg, skapte driv I meg
Was the same faith that gave me life, created drive in me
Fikk meg til å slutte å jobb fra syv til tre
Got me to stop going to work from seven to three
Eg våkner bare av lyden av lidenskap
I only wake up to the sound of passion
Klarer ikkje å slå lyden av
Can't turn off the sound
Eg gjør det for
I do it for
Eg gjør det for
I do it for
Eg gjør det for
I do it for
Og når eg synger siste verset bør det være beste sangen noen gang
And when I'm singing on the last verse, it should be the best song ever
bare brenn, brenn, mer flammer, mer flammer, mer flammer gjør meg god og varm
So just burn, burn, more flames, more flames, more flames make me nice and warm
Vi e midt I verdens fineste by, vi e midt I verdens fineste by
We're in the middle of the world's most beautiful city, we're in the middle of the world's most beautiful city
Og regndråpene vil aldri klare å tenne bålene som brenner alle sammen her I min by
And the raindrops will never manage to light the fires that burn everyone here in my city
Eg tar noken røde sko, hør meg no
I put on some red shoes, listen to me
Mens eg stikker ned til byen for å føle noe
As I head down to the city to feel something
Føle meg, kjøre meg opp uten å kjøre meg ner
Feel myself, get myself up without getting myself down
Overkjørt, kjørt over, men eg føler meg fet
Overtaken, driven over, but I feel fat
Vet alt vil en gang være I fortiden
Know everything will one day be in the past
det går fort for tiden, eg glemmer bort tiden
So time goes by fast, I forget about time
En tjommi selger [?], sier det går fort for tiden
A buddy sells [?], says time goes by fast
E et par år siden vi var liten,
It's been a couple of years since we were little, so
Eg har aldri gjort det hardere
I've never done it harder
Det her e norsk visesang for eks-jugoslavere
This is Norwegian folk song for ex-Yugoslavs
Og du kan aldri synke lavere
And you can never sink lower
Enn når du tror at du e høyere enn lyden fra høyttalerne
Than when you think you're higher than the sound from the speakers
For det smeller over kjeftungen
Because it slams over your jaw
Og hvis du prater ned om oss, har du aldri vært I vestungen
And if you talk down about us, then you've never been to the west side
For når den feite damen synger
Because when the fat lady sings
Griper eg mikrofonen før hon begynner
I grab the microphone before she begins
Hvis det va den siste sangen, måtte eg hatt med Store P
If it was the last song, I would have had to have Store P with me
Så, Store P, e du med? (Du veeeet)
So, Store P, are you in? (You knoow)
Ligger lavt, holder meg høy hver dag
Laying low, staying high every day
Tenker bare å betalt
Just thinking about getting paid
Kommer ned hardt
Coming down so hard
Du kan unna hvis du e svak
You can walk away if you're weak
Men eg e'kkje den parken
But I'm not on that park
Eg e guden oppi stuen
I'm the god in the living room
Derfor e du med CD'en min der eg svever over bakken
That's why you're on my CD where I float above the ground
Driter en tog som takk for sist
Shitting on a train as thanks for the last time
Fucker de opp med fakta for de snakker piss
Fucking them up with facts because they talk piss
De har aldri hørt om 1-6-4-5-1-7-1-51-41 for livet
They've never heard of 1-6-4-5-1-7-1-51-41 for life
Eg gir en jævla faen
I give a damn
Eg e fra dalen der en sviker får en spiker inn I skallen
I'm from the valley where a traitor gets a nail in the skull
Men eg e'kkje den trippen der, eg e bæret
But I'm not on that trip, I'm on the berry
Blåser tjukk røyk opp I det fine blå været
Blowing thick smoke into the beautiful blue weather
Og eg mangler to bars
And I'm missing two bars
Men eg skyller Lars
But I blame Lars
Og når eg synger siste vers bør det være beste sangen noen gang
And when I'm singing on the last verse, it should be the best song ever
bare brenn, brenn, mer flammer, mer flammer, mer flammer gjør meg god og varm
So just burn, burn, more flames, more flames, more flames make me nice and warm
Vi e midt I verdens fineste by, vi e midt I verdens fineste by
We're in the middle of the world's most beautiful city, we're in the middle of the world's most beautiful city
Og regndråpene vil aldri klare å tenne bålene som brenner alle sammen her I min by
And the raindrops will never manage to light the fires that burn everyone here in my city
Sitter meg opp, gjør meg klar, skyter en hval
Sit up, get ready, shoot a whale
Linjer som brenner hvis de slokner, de lyser flere lysår
Lines that burn if they go out, they shine for light years
Trenger ikkje lange dimensjon
Don't need such a long dimension
Vi kan holde det bakken, mikrofoner og betonger
We can keep it on the ground, microphones and concrete
V e opp igjen veggen ned, men detter du merker
We're up again on the wall down, but it falls so you notice
At du kan'kkje snakke piss uten hender, hatt og flippers
That you can't talk piss without hands, hat and flippers
Eg sipper noe Grans, rett neste terminal
I sip some Grans, straight to the next terminal
Eg e faen der hvis du vil, du kan komme kor du vil, eg e for sterk
I'm there if you want, you can come wherever you want, I'm too strong
Hadde noen jævlig dårlige venner
Had some really bad friends
Som ble jævlig gode venner til de mistet noen tenner
Who became really good friends until they lost some teeth
Ingen sak og eg repper fra det stedet der eg bor
No problem and I represent from the place where I live
For eg repper bare Vero, plassen min jord
Because I only represent Vero, the place on my earth
To ganger vil eg si det til de, at de ikkje bør
Twice I will tell them that they shouldn't
Vær skyssen, ta de stegene de andre ikkje gjør
Be the shuttle, take the steps that others don't
To ganger vil eg si det til de, at de ikkje bør
Twice I will tell them that they shouldn't
Pete, Verk'en og Lars Vaular og du skjønner, svømmer, seiler
Pete, Verk'en and Lars Vaular and you understand, swim, sail
Min flow og flammene brenner toppen vi
My flow and the flames are burning on top of us as we






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