Текст и перевод песни MC Einar - Panik

Panik

Det var en weekend i provinsen, hvor vi spilled et gig
På et typisk og lidt tvivlsomt provinsdiskotek
Pumped stemningen op, det var hammer succes
Ganske som vi plejer, intet nyt ved det
Men da crowden så blev tavs efter sidste applaus
Så ville jeg dyrke mine laster, rodes ud i noget snavs
Jeg skrev 3-4 autografer og lidt morsomme ting
Drak 3-4 half-and-half og så mig lidt omkring
Og lige ved siden af med neonfarvede æblekinder
Sad en poptøs, (UH) med 3-4 veninder
De kravled rundt i snavs fra en flok gryntende fyre
Og drak mintgrønne drinks med orange paraplyer
Der var bolchecolada og pastelvand på is
- Så hellere en øl end det popsmarte fis
Men det havde nu en underlig dragende effekt
Det uidentificerede flydende objekt
Jeg tog et skridt eller to, tog glasset, tog en slurk
Hun hidsed sig op, og hun gik helt agurk
Hun skreg: Min drink tag at tænk dig lidt om dit kvaj
Tror du jeg vil ha AIDS af en taber som dig
Jeg var dybt chokeret, jeg var mundlam og stum
At tænke sig at nogen kunne være så dum
Dit lille poppede fæ, din lille åndspygmæ
Din hjerne har du fået til at tænke med
Så drik det giftgrønne pis, der sker jo ikke en skid
Og så la vær med at te dig som en paranoid

Panik
Der står AIDS på plakaten
- Du på spanden, sved på panden - slap dog a for satan
Jeg ka se dig stå og te dig mens du plejer din frygt
Paranoia så det støjer fuldstændig forrykt
Hold dig væk fra min øl og Hold dig væk fra mig
Holder ikke kammerat, nervøsitet eller ej
Det hysteri broder, det, hysteri søster
Der ingen der får AIDS af hverken knus eller kysser

Hun kaldte på sin fyr, han var stor, og han var stærk, og
Var et galleri af Tattoo Jacks samlede værker
Han var grim, han var led, og han lugted af sved
Havde hår mellem tænderne, var to meter bred
Han sagde: Jer fra MC Einar - I tror I er så smarte
Kys din fremtid farvel du, for jeg ka karate
Jeg sagde Dig mand, HA! - ja den er sgu go du
Min DJ jan ka tajahakachiikamodo
Den der ækle byld der vælter op af din krop
Er det dit hoved, eller har din hals kastet op?
Du grim og stupid, så hva med at skrid
Hvis jeg ve høre på et røvhul ka jeg slå en skid
åh, åh, hva det jeg siger, hva dog det jeg gør
Den slags ka gå galt, jeg har set det før
Mine odds var cirka en til en halv million
Med udsigt til en varig invalidepension
Med panik i mit blik, fik jeg skiftet taktik
Bød på smøger og bajere, og håbed den gik
Jeg sagde: Vi ses måske senere, jeg må hellere gå
Da han tog Honda-jakken a og tog et knojern på
Jeg ville flygte men min krop den var tung som bly
Mine 22 år de passered revy
Vældigt heldigt blev jeg redet af min redelighed
Der stod Jan og Peyk og Vildmand, og Gåffe var med
Så fik han los i sin sæk, hestebid og pandesmæk
Og skipperbryst og buksevand og skyndte sig væk

Vores aften den gik, med bedste bælleteknik
De fulde fem i effekt: Vi vil ha erotik
Vi vil med djævlens vold og magt te os sygt som sagt
Vi lusked rundt som sultne ulve på rødhættejagt
For når brødrene de køler med halve liter øller
Er der damer med i alt hvad vi tænker og føler
En poptøs eller to, måske fem med lidt held
Det er jo altid noget bedre end at gøre det selv
Vi behøver ikke frygte, det går galt en dag
For vi har gummi med, vi slapper fuldstændigt a
I vores baglomme fordommens fjende nummer 1
Så ka man ta det ganske roligt, køle ud og ha det fedt
For AIDS hysteri, vild panik, og angstens sved
Det er skufle kamufleret som forsigtighed
Du ka sagtens være bange, men fornuften har talt
Går du ud og går med gummi, går det aldrig galt.

Panik
Der står AIDS på plakaten
- Du på spanden, sved på panden - slap dog a for satan
Jeg ka se dig stå og te dig mens du plejer din frygt
Paranoia så det støjer fuldstændig forrykt
Hold dig væk fra min øl og Hold dig væk fra mig
Holder ikke kammerat, nervøsitet eller ej
Det hysteri søster, det hysteri broder
Det svært at få AIDS, få det ind i jeres hoder!

Panic

It was a weekend in the provinces, where we played a gig
At a typical and slightly dubious provincial disco
Pumped up the atmosphere, it was a smashing success
Just like we usually do, nothing new about it
But when the crowd fell silent after the last applause
I wanted to indulge in my vices, get into some dirt
I signed 3-4 autographs and some funny stuff
Drank 3-4 half-and-half and looked around a bit
And right next to me with neon-colored apple cheeks
Sat a pop chick, (UH) with 3-4 girlfriends
They were crawling around in filth from a bunch of grunting guys
And drinking mint green drinks with orange umbrellas
There was bolchecolada and pastel water on ice
- I'd rather have a beer than that pop-smart fish
But it had a strangely alluring effect
The unidentified floating object
I took a step or two, took the glass, took a sip
She got heated, and she went completely nuts
She screamed: My drink, think about it, you fool
Do you think I want AIDS from a loser like you
I was deeply shocked, I was speechless and dumb
To think that someone could be so stupid
You little popped thing, you little spirit pygmy
You've got your brain to think with
So drink that poisonous green stuff, nothing's gonna happen
And stop acting like a paranoid

Panic
It says AIDS on the poster
- You're sweating buckets, come on, get a grip
I can see you acting up, nurturing your fear
Paranoia so loud it's completely crazy
Stay away from my beer and stay away from me
It doesn't hold up, nervousness or not
It's hysteria, brother, it's hysteria, sister
Nobody gets AIDS from hugs or kisses

She called for her guy, he was big, and he was strong, and
Was a gallery of Tattoo Jack's collected works
He was ugly, he was mean, and he smelled of sweat
Had hair between his teeth, was two meters wide
He said: You from MC Einar - You think you're so smart
Kiss your future goodbye, because I know karate
I said You man, HA! - yeah, that's a good one
My DJ Jan can do tajahakachiikamodo
That disgusting boil spilling out of your body
Is that your head, or did your neck throw up?
You're ugly and stupid, so how about you get lost
If I want to listen to an asshole, I can take a crap
oh, oh, what am I saying, what am I doing
That kind of thing can go wrong, I've seen it before
My odds were about one in a half million
With the prospect of a permanent disability pension
With panic in my eyes, I changed tactics
Offered cigarettes and beers, and hoped it would work
I said: Maybe we'll see each other later, I better go
When he took off his Honda jacket and put on a knuckle duster
I wanted to escape but my body was heavy as lead
My 22 years passed in review
Very luckily, I was saved by my honesty
There stood Jan and Peyk and Vildmand, and Gåffe was there
Then he got his ass kicked, horse bites and face slaps
And pigeon chest and wet pants and hurried away

Our evening went on, with the best belt technique
The five drunks in effect: We want eroticism
We want to act sick as hell, with the devil's power and might
We sneaked around like hungry wolves on a Red Riding Hood hunt
Because when the brothers are chilling with half-liter beers
There are ladies involved in everything we think and feel
A pop chick or two, maybe five with a bit of luck
It's always better than doing it yourself
We don't have to fear that things will go wrong one day
Because we have condoms with us, we're completely relaxed
In our back pocket, the enemy of prejudice number 1
So you can take it easy, chill out and have fun
Because AIDS hysteria, wild panic, and the sweat of anxiety
It's crap disguised as caution
You can be scared, but reason has spoken
If you go out and walk with a condom, things will never go wrong.

Panic
It says AIDS on the poster
- You're sweating buckets, come on, get a grip
I can see you acting up, nurturing your fear
Paranoia so loud it's completely crazy
Stay away from my beer and stay away from me
It doesn't hold up, nervousness or not
It's hysteria sister, it's hysteria brother
It's hard to get AIDS, get it into your heads!