Текст и перевод песни Bikstok - Vildere End Dem

Vildere End Dem

Og det som jeg bare har fundet ud af, det er; jeg vil gerne ha' det max
Jeg vil gerne, jeg vil gerne maxe ud,
Jeg gider ikke ha' det, hva det hedder, stille og roligt, jeg vil ha det VILDT
En ting de kalder vildere end dem,
Rul dem op, fold dem ind og send dem hjem
Mmh vi har det vildere end dem,
Fryd vi har det vildere end dem,
Der er én ting Pharfar ikk kan forstå,
én ting Pharfar ikk kan forstå,
Hvorfor de vil løbe når de knap nok kan gå?
Hvorfor de vil høste når de ikke engang kan så?
Dancehall-stil kommer og banker på
Stormand-ting hør de rytmer der kan slå
Når de rammer for du ikke de mærker der er blå
Spol den her, send den ud til børnene der for små
For vi er vildere end dem
Vi mere chiller end dem
Vi smartere end dem
Vi ikke pirater som dem
Romerne har ringet de vil ha' deres stil tilbage
(?), vi tog den kun til første plage
Den her gang der synger vi om labland og kentucky
Hopper rundt fra stil til stil så du kan kalde mig Froggy
Når vi spinder plader, hedder vi 59
Præsentere beat, den slags der fjerner hver en stress
For vi er sticker end dem
Vi meget bigger end dem
Åh jaer,
Der er én ting Pharfar godt kan forstå,
én ting Pharfar godt kan forstå,
Når du hører stokken skal musikken være rå
Rytmerne de sexer dig, som de var Katja K
For vi er vildere end dem
Vi synger mere (?) end dem
Jaer Jaer
Vi (?)smuldre end dem
Vi sejler mere i kutter end dem
Ba-dang-bang, spol op engang
La' mig nice op din nabolag med min sang
Grene blir' til stave, gamle stænger blir' til stokke
Pigerne de hører på min stemme, så må de gokke
Gok den kylling godt, for det en go' filosofi
En bager bager bedst i sit eget bageri
Jeg tænker dypere end Platon i en ubåd
Dengang far var ung, var jeg klar på at suge noget
Ice eller skunk, og hælde bajser ned i min dunk
Men jeg blev ramt af diabetis, så nu lever jeg ligesom en munk
På toppen af det bjerg de kalder Mount himmelbjerg
Tung som en Gigant, og aggresiv som en dværg
Planeten spinder, universet strækker sin krop
Folk skummer fløden, prøver at lyde ligesom os
For stokken sprøjter juice, ord fulde af saft
Tung-Bullion, Tung-Bullion, Tung-Bullionterning fra Kraft
Fattig mand tikker idet en mand går forbi
En tanke rejse hurtigt, hvis du bruger telepati
En burger er to boller med en rotte indeni
En gårdssanger synger, skal slippe(?) slipper knive
Knivekaster kaster skarpe knive mod en skive
Hvis du holder vejret kan du holde dig i live
Selvom du er under vand, når der kommer skive
I 19-8-9 der begyndte jeg at skrive,
Og når jeg skal begraves bliver det med en stiv pive
På, Wåå-åå-åh åh Lorde, lorde, lorde
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, Hør
Hvor vild er jeg? Jeg ligesom ti af dig
Fold de råber glaaar, men de aldrig klar

Wilder Than Them

And what I've just figured out is; I want it max
I want to, I want to max out,
I don't want it, what's it called, quiet and peaceful, I want it WILD
A thing they call wilder than them,
Roll them up, fold them in and send them home
Mmh we wilder than them,
Joy we wilder than them,
There's one thing Pharfar can't understand,
one thing Pharfar can't understand,
Why they want to run when they can barely walk?
Why do they want to harvest when they can't even sow?
Dancehall style comes knocking
Stormy things hear the rhythms that can beat
When they hit you, you don't get the marks that are blue
Rewind this, send it out to the kids that are too small
Because we're wilder than them
We more chill than them
We smarter than them
We're not pirates like them
The Romans have called, they want their style back
(?), we only took it to the first plague
This time we sing about labland and kentucky
Jumping around from style to style so you can call me Froggy
When we spin records, we're called 59
Presenting the beat, the kind that removes every stress
Because we're stickier than them
We're much bigger than them
Oh yeah,
There's one thing Pharfar understands well,
one thing Pharfar understands well,
When you hear the stick, the music has to be raw
The rhythms they sex you up, like they were Katja K
Because we're wilder than them
We sing more (?) than them
Yeah yeah
We (?) crumble than them
We sail more in a cutter than them
Ba-dang-bang, rewind once
Let me nice up your neighborhood with my song
Branches become staffs, old rods become sticks
The girls listen to my voice, then they have to nod
Nod that chick well, because it's a good philosophy
A baker bakes best in his own bakery
I think deeper than Plato in a submarine
When dad was young, I was ready to suck something
Ice or skunk, and pour beers down my mug
But I got hit with diabetes, so now I live like a monk
On top of that mountain they call Mount Himmelbjerg
Heavy as a Giant, and aggressive as a dwarf
The planet spins, the universe stretches its body
People skim the cream, try to sound like us
Because the stick sprays juice, words full of sap
Tung-Bullion, Tung-Bullion, Tung-Bullion cube from Kraft
A poor man ticks as a man walks by
A thought travels quickly if you use telepathy
A burger is two buns with a rat inside
A farm singer sings, must release(?) releases knives
Knife thrower throws sharp knives at a target
If you hold your breath you can stay alive
Even though you are underwater when the disc comes
In 19-8-9 I started writing,
And when I'm buried it will be with a stiff pipe
On, Wåå-åå-åh oh Lorde, lorde, lorde
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, Listen
How wild am I? I'm like ten of you
Fold they shout glaaar, but they're never ready