Текст и перевод песни L.O.C. - Befri Dit Liv

Befri Dit Liv

Befri dit liv
Fyr den af, som om din ligvogn bli'r cabriolet
Den her er til dit helbred, til ikk' at stå i kø, yeah
Det lykkedes at bli' til absolut intet helt uden at forsøge

Vi har kun én ting
Og det' aldrig gi'r to fucks
Natten er beskidt og intelligent
Men du insisterer på at være dum og smuk
Vi ku' ordinere himmelflugten
Med natklub, nadver og selvskade
Så vi ka' dans' natten væk ligesom idioter
Til sange med platte franske omkvæd
Det' så hårdt at vær' ung
For man risikerer ligefrem at gå hen og bli' gammel
Og du 'så moderigtig, aldrig blevet voksen
Dit lille grimme fuck, tag dig sammen
Smukke weekendjunkie
Bar' en skam, at du ikk' tør OD
Når du elsker at danse på knivsægget
Uden mod nok til at skub' lortet ind
Jeg troed', at du ment' det
Troed', du ku' flyve ligesom Strunge
Troed', du var ligeglad, forstod at vi lige her
Er tætter' end vi nogensind' er kommet
Var vi ikk' frygtløse?
Siden hvornår blev vi bang' for en skid?
Juliet, åh, min Juliet
La' os bland' lemonaden op med cyanid
Du marcherer op og ned ad boulevarden
Med alt der ku' være ligemeget
Og jeg forvented' noget mer' af den sam' fucking tur
Ja, det' min fejl
Fuck det der fornemme pis
Hvorfor ikk' bare gå hel' vejen?
Bind dit ego om øjnene, og flyv ind i T-krydset
Helt uden at dreje

Og hun si'r: "Bliv lidt endnu
For jeg ta'r nok snart herfra"
Og jeg si'r: "Det tvivler jeg på
For du' så bang' for at vær' alen',
At du ikk' tør gør' det lort selv", ja-ja

Du si'r hele tiden: "Befri dit liv", yeah
Fyr den af, som om din ligvogn bli'r cabriolet
Den her er til dit helbred, til ikk' at stå i kø, yeah
Det lykkedes at bli' til absolut intet helt uden at forsøge

Hvorfor er du her endnu?
Gør dog noget
Var der ikk noget, du sku'?
Hva' end du gør, må du ikk' kom' for sent til din samtal' med Gud

Live Your Life

Live your life
Burn it up, like your hearse turned into a convertible
This is to your health, to not standing in line, yeah
Managed to become absolutely nothing without even trying

We only have one thing
And it never gives a fuck
The night is dirty and intelligent
But you insist on being dumb and beautiful
We could order a flight to heaven
With a nightclub, communion, and self-harm included
So we can dance the night away like idiots
To songs with shallow French choruses
It's so hard to be young
'Cause you might actually end up becoming old
And you're so trendy, never growing up
You little nasty fuck, pull yourself together
Beautiful weekend junkie
It's just a shame you don't have the guts to OD
When you love dancing on the edge
Without the courage to push that shit all the way in
I thought you meant it
Thought you could fly like Strunge
Thought you didn't care, understood that right here
We're closer than we've ever come
Weren't we fearless?
Since when did we become scared of shit?
Juliet, oh, my Juliet
Let's mix the lemonade with cyanide
You march up and down the boulevard
With everything that could be irrelevant
And I expected something more from this same fucking ride
Yes, it's my fault
Fuck that sophisticated crap
Why not just go all the way?
Tie your ego around your eyes, and fly into the T-junction
Without even turning

And she says: "Stay a while longer
'Cause I'm probably leaving soon"
And I say: "I doubt that
'Cause you're so scared of being alone
That you don't dare do that shit yourself", yeah-yeah

You keep saying: "Live your life", yeah
Burn it up, like your hearse turned into a convertible
This is to your health, to not standing in line, yeah
Managed to become absolutely nothing without even trying

Why are you still here?
Do something
Wasn't there something you had to do?
Whatever you do, don't be late for your chat with God