Текст и перевод песни Lord Siva - Natten

Natten

Livet langt, lykken kort
Striber på vejen, overhaler
Alle taler, ingen hører
Helt sløret, prøver at dække mine øjne
Prøver at spise mig, jeg er helt mæt, det løgn
De siger jeg er hemmelig, ring FBI
Mange pengemænd, der er efter mig
Et længe ventet drama, det længe ventet
Og ikke benægt det løgn
Posen med lommen, så jeg ved det ender galt
Posen med lommen, så jeg ved det ender galt
Jeg ku′ mærk' den, drengene med hovedet i tallerkenen
Sex, penge, stoffer du ved det de ting vi popper
Natten fuld af farlige dæmoner
Er der så engle om dagen
Natten er så fuld af gule øjne
Der er i mørket er på himlen alle vejene
Og hvad er dit navn, Kan ikk′ huske
For der er så mange, mennesker i mit liv
Paranoid, det svinger
For den bitre ender til stjerner, ingen blomster eng
Jeg ku' godt se målet men har svært ved at komme derhen
Svært ved at finde derhen, min GPS fucker
Kortet fanget af den vinter konstant er imod mig
Og du vil rap, det fint, ikk' sig det til mig
Jeg kan vise dig vandet, men ikk hjælp dig med at drik′ det
Jeg ku′ mærk' den, drengene med hovedet i tallerkenen
Sex, penge, stoffer du ved det de ting vi popper
Posen med i lommen, så jeg ved det ender galt
Posen med i lommen, så jeg ved det ender galt
Posen med i lommen, så jeg ved det ender galt, galt, galt
Posen med i lommen, så jeg ved det ender galt
Posen med i lommen, så jeg ved det ender galt, galt, galt
Posen med i lommen, så jeg ved det ender galt, galt

Night

Life is long, happiness, short
Wayside signs, alert,
All talk, No heart,
Completely veiled, trying to cover my eyes
Trying to eat me, I'm full, it's a lie
They say I'm a secret, call the FBI
Many money men, they are after me
A long-awaited drama, a long-awaited
And do not deny it's a lie
The bag with pocket, so I know it ends wrong
The bag with pocket, so I know it ends wrong
I could feel it, boys with their heads in the plate
Sex, money, drugs You know those things we pop
The night is full of dangerous demons
Are there angels during the day
The night is so full of yellow eyes
There are in the dark in the sky all the roads
And what's your name, I can't remember,
For there are so many persons in my life
Paranoid, it changes
For the bitter ends in the stars, no flowers, my dear
I could see the goal, but I have difficulty in getting there
It's difficult to find it, my GPS is fucking
The card captured by the winter is constantly against me
And you want to rap, It's fine, don't tell me
I can show you the water, but not help you drink it
I could feel it, boys with their heads in the plate
Sex, money, drugs You know those things we pop
The bag with in the pocket, so I know it ends wrong
The bag with in the pocket, so I know it ends wrong
The bag with in the pocket, so I know it ends wrong, wrong, wrong
The bag with in the pocket, so I know it ends wrong
The bag with in the pocket, so I know it ends wrong, wrong, wrong
The bag with in the pocket, so I know it ends wrong, wrong