Текст и перевод песни Lars Vaular - Gi Meg Noe Bass

Gi Meg Noe Bass

Du sier ditt, du sier datt
Du sier ikkje en dritt mann
Du har knapt åpnet kjeften den siste timen
Du trodde nesten din siste time var
Inne når eg kom inn i rommet
Alle sammen begynte bare å spille dumme
For antallet samtaleemner er få
Eg er samtaleemnet som får, får
Høyresiden til å gli mot venstre
Venstresiden til å gli mot høyre
Så vi møtes i midten av sentrum
Rett rundt der spliffen blir sendt rundt
Det er det samme hvert døgn
Hvis verden var min klikk ville alle vært drøy
Hvis? var en spliff ville alle vært høy
Hvis du gir med nokke rom skal eg gi deg nokke støy

Gi meg no bass
Gi meg no plass
Skru volumet opp til maks
For eg gidd ikkje høre mer
Gidd ikkje høre mer
Gidd ikkje høre mer snakk

Snakk no snakk få høre det no
Ingen sensur, la meg føle det no
Rett i fra skitten, la meg høre det no
Kan du viske det i øret mitt no?

Bla bla, jada, jada
Mann de snakker bare svada
Inn i gjennom ene øret
Ut det andre, vill 'kje høre

Eg og deg har ikkje samme sammensetning
Ikkje si navnet mitt og ditt i samme setning
For du minner om en gammel svekling
Gammel ekling som har sex med en slektning
Ikkje pust meg i øret, eg vil ikkje høre
Eg vil ikkje prøve å gjøre
Nokke mer enn å bare komme på stedet
Men folk vil preke med meg om min CD
Faen e det du prater om no?
Like før eg tar og låser meg inn på do
Sitter på dass, lytter på at
Noken fitter må bli setti på plass
Det er det samme hvert døgn
Hvis verden var min klikk ville alle vært drøy
Hvis? var en spliff ville alle vært høy
Hvis du gir meg nokke rom skal eg gi deg nokke støy

Ka?
Ka du snakker om, mann?
Ka du snakker om?
Og du! Det kommer ikkje nokke lyd ut av deg no nei!
Hæ? Ka faen, kan du ikkje snakke med en klump i halsen?
(Drittunge)

Give Me Some Bass

You say this, you say that
You don't say a damn thing man
You've barely opened your mouth the last hour
You almost thought your last hour was
In when I came into the room
Everyone just started acting dumb
Because the number of conversation topics are few
I'm the conversation topic that makes, makes
The right side to slide to the left
The left side to slide to the right
So we meet in the middle of downtown
Right around where the joint is being passed around
It's the same every day
If the world was my click everyone would be wicked
If were a joint everyone would be high
If you give me some room I'll give you some noise

Give me some bass
Give me some space
Turn the volume up to max
Because I don't want to hear anymore
Don't want to hear anymore
Don't want to hear anymore talk

Talk now talk let me hear it now
No censorship, let me feel it now
Straight from filth, let me hear it now
Can you whisper it in my ear now?

Blah blah, yeah, yeah
Man they only talk nonsense
In through one ear
Out the other, don't want to hear

You and I don't have the same composition
Don't say my name and yours in the same sentence
Because you remind me of an old creep
Old pervert who has sex with a relative
Don't breathe in my ear, I don't want to hear
I don't want to try to do
Anything more than just show up
But people want to preach to me about my CD
Damn what are you talking about now?
Just before I go lock myself in the bathroom
Sitting on the toilet, listening to someone
Some pussies need to be put in their place
It's the same every day
If the world was my click everyone would be wicked
If were a joint everyone would be high
If you give me some room I'll give you some noise

What?
What are you talking about, man?
What are you talking about?
And you! There's no sound coming out of you now!
What? What the hell, can't you talk with a lump in your throat?
(Brat)