Текст песни и перевод на английский Hellbillies - Mørkemann (Live fra Byscenen, Trondheim, 21.02.2014)

Mørkemann (Live fra Byscenen, Trondheim, 21.02.2014)

Folk æ enten A ell B
Når det gjeld me vil det passe med C
Det dei kalle gull, det smaka meir som ull
Hvis du e full tå rock'n roll så æru avlyst fyri tolv
Å ha gull i munn æ berre skjire tull

E æ ein festglad mørkemann som lyse grihuge i bann
E kan'kji forstå at du set vekkjinge på
Då æ dyna morgovarm og e vil sova på min arm
Når hanin gjæl søv e godt kan du tru
For e har'kji tenkt me te stå upp klukka sju

Det va ein sein og fuktig fest
Der trivs e aller aller best
Om dei are gå so sit e atte ei stund
E æ visst vakjin frisk og fin
Og full tå god adrenalin
Når e hånle visa fingern te Jon Blund

E æ ein festglad mørkemann som lyse grihuge i bann
E kan'kji forstå at du set vekkjinge på
Då æ dyna morgovarm og e vil sova på min arm
Når hanin gjæl søv e godt kan du tru
For e har'kji tenkt me te stå upp klukka sju

E ligg i koma på magen
Når dei are jobbe om dagen
E skulle kanskji prøvd å endre stil
Men støtt so blir det berre med tanken
Det æ so sikkert som banken
Som oftast går e te sengs når sole renn

E æ ein festglad mørkemann som lyse grihuge i bann
E kan'kji forstå at du set vekkjinge på
Då æ dyna morgovarm og e vil sova på min arm
Når hanin gjæl søv e godt kan du tru
For e har'kji tenkt me te stå upp klukka sju

Då e dyna morgovarm og e vil sova på min arm
Når hanin gjæl søv e godt kan du tru
For e har'kji tenkt me te stå upp klukka sju

Nei e har'kji tenkt me te stå upp klukka sju

Man of Darkness (Live from Byscenen, Trondheim, 21.02.2014)

People are either A or B
When it comes to me you might want to go with C
What they call gold, tastes more like wool
If you're full of rock'n roll you're dead wrong for twelve
Having gold in your mouth is just plain nonsense

I'm a party-loving man of darkness who yawns greatly in banishment
I can’t understand why you don't get up
When the sheets are warm in the morning and I want to sleep on my arm
When the rooster crows I sleep soundly, you can believe that
Because I have no intention of getting out of bed at seven

It was a late and wet party
That's where I always feel best
If the others leave I'll sit around for a while
I'm apparently sickly healthy
And full of good adrenaline
When I wave my fist right at Sleepyhead

I'm a party-loving man of darkness who yawns greatly in banishment
I can’t understand why you don't get up
When the sheets are warm in the morning and I want to sleep on my arm
When the rooster crows I sleep soundly, you can believe that
Because I have no intention of getting out of bed at seven

I lie in a coma on my stomach
When others work during the day
Maybe I should try to change my ways
But it always ends up as just a thought
It's as certain as the bank
More often than not I go to bed as the sun rises

I'm a party-loving man of darkness who yawns greatly in banishment
I can’t understand why you don't get up
When the sheets are warm in the morning and I want to sleep on my arm
When the rooster crows I sleep soundly, you can believe that
Because I have no intention of getting out of bed at seven

When the sheets are warm in the morning and I want to sleep on my arm
When the rooster crows I sleep soundly, you can believe that
Because I don't plan on getting up at seven

No, I don't plan on getting up at seven