Текст и перевод песни Gaute Ormåsen - Mammas lille venn

Mammas lille venn

Hæn va tøff i trynet, bretta arma opp
Vi va stumme ta beundring, vi fekk aldri nok
Men det viste seg at ingenting va sånn
Som vi drømte om

Hæn va kul på byen
Ble mæ damer hjem
Hadde motorsykkel
Hadde nok ta spenn
Men det viste seg at ingenting va sånn
Som vi drømte om

For når festen er over, ælle vil ha mer
Så ringer telefonen, og mora hass ber

Du må hjem igjen
Kom deg hjem igjen
Klokka har blitt mange
Je vil ha deg her hos meg
Du må hjem igjen
Kom deg hjem igjen
For festen den er over
For mammas lille venn

Var sin egen konge
Ingenkunne styre hæn
Var helt rå på trommer
Spelte i metal band
Men det viste seg at ingenting va sånn
Som vi drømte om

ældri redd for noen
Hæn va gatas skrekk
Når han knytta nævan
Da flaug ælle vækk
Men det viste seg at ingenting va sånn
Som vi drømte om

For når festen er over, ælle vil ha mer
Så ringer telefonen, og mora hass ber

Du må hjem igjen
Kom deg hjem igjen
Dagene blir lange
Je vil ha deg her hos meg
Du må hjem igjen
Komme deg hjem
Festen den er over

For mor bor alene
Hu har bære hæn
Og sjølv om hæn er stor
Er'n barnet tæll mor

Hjem igjen
Kom deg hjem igjen
Dagene blir lange
Jeg vil ha deg her hos meg

Hjem igjen
Kom deg hjem igjen
Han er mors lille venn

Han er mors lille venn
Han er mors lille venn
Han er mors lille venn
Han er mors lille venn

Mommy's Little Boy

He had his chin up, his arms folded
We were awestruck, we couldn't get enough
But it turned out that nothing was as
As we dreamed it would be

He was cool in the city
Went home with women
Had a motorcycle
Had enough money
But it turned out that nothing was as
As we dreamed it would be

Because when the party is over, everyone wants more
Then the phone rings, and his mother asks

You have to come home
Come home quickly
It's getting late
I want you here with me
You have to come home
Come home quickly
Because the party is over
For Mommy's little boy

Was his own king
No one could control him
Was totally raw on drums
Played in a metal band
But it turned out that nothing was as
As we dreamed it would be

Never afraid of anyone
He was the terror of the streets
When he clenched his fists
Everyone flew away
But it turned out that nothing was as
As we dreamed it would be

Because when the party is over, everyone wants more
Then the phone rings, and his mother asks

You have to come home
Come home quickly
The days are getting long
I want you here with me
You have to come home
Come home now
The party is over

Because Mother lives alone
She only has him
And even though he's big
He is Mother's child

Home again
Come home quickly
The days are getting long
I want you here with me

Home again
Come home quickly
He is Mother's little boy

He is Mother's little boy
He is Mother's little boy
He is Mother's little boy
He is Mother's little boy