Текст и перевод песни Natasja - Tjalala - Donkey Sound Remix

Tjalala - Donkey Sound Remix

Ja ja
Han står og puffer på en smøg,
I sit lette sommertøj,
På Rivieraen hvor prisen den er høj (eh-eh)
Et skævt smil i hans øj′,
Som han skutter sig i trøj'n,
Tjekker himmelstrøget og tænker om et døgn,
Der er den værste paranoia,
Blot en overstået spøg,
Hvis ik′ Policen saboterer hans convoy
Jeg kalder ham Prinsen af Marok',
For han fylder min kop,
Og han forsyner hver en ryger i min blok!
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Han ånder lettet op,
Og sender en besked
Der står: 'Så er tasken hjemme baby, så′ der fed′,
Jeg kalder ham Vågehalsen Frede,
Og han har tjalalala med,
Igennem byen til min ven der står på gaden (ya-eh)
Min brave ven han hedder Bent,
Og han er rim'lig kendt,
Så han tjekker landet før han knækker pladen,
For Hr. Betjent han er på staden,
For at falme farveladen,
Men den stråler selvom staten sætter pladen op
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Hun lukker ned for sin mail,
Mens hun smiler i sin sjæl,
Og tænker: ′Sejt! Jeg' sgu da lidt af en rebel′
Hun styrer hele lortet selv,
Har butik og personel,
Har ingen gæld og hun behøver ingen hjælp
Hun ved præcis hvad hun vil ha', ja
Og hvad hun ka′ ta',
For hun blir' glad, når hun går til chachacha, ja
Hun er alenemor til to,
Og hun bor i Holstebro,
Og nu er det på tide med lidt fred og ro!
Så - hun sørger for at ungerne er lagt i seng,
Før hun ryger sin tjalalala-lala,
Hun ved det er forbudt forbrug,
Og det koster mange penge,
Så hun ryger sin tjalalala i smug!
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,
I en lille båd, der gynger blidt i Hellerup Havn,
Sidder den lille fine Frue og Hr. Ravn (eh-eh),
De drikker fint krydret vin,
Med et fint krøllet navn,
Mens de hygger sig med Yatsi og Palav (eh-eh),
Se hyggen den har ingen krav,
Men over dig et mindre savn,
For en lille tjalala ku′ gøre gavn,
Har man penge ka′ man få',
Sådan sku′ det ikke gå,
For tjalala den er forbudt og svær at nå!
Men det vil Ravn snart skide højt og fuckin' helligt på,
Om så han skulle få en tur bag lås og slå
Han er en god forretningsmand,
Og det går over hans forstand,
Hvordan at staten smider penge ud i vandet
Hvis de nu lovlig gjorde tjallen,
Og tog lidt skat på ballen,
Var der flere lommepenge til os alle
Tjalalala flyder over,
Tjalalala flyder over,
Tjalalala flyder over,
Tjalalala flyder over,
Tjalalala flyder over vande,
Tjalala flyder mellem lande,

Tjalala - Donkey Sound Remix

Yeah, yeah
He stands there puffing on a cigarette,
In his light summer clothes,
On the Riviera where the price is high (eh-eh)
A crooked smile in his eyes,
As he shivers in his shirt,
Checks the sky and thinks in about a day,
There's the worst paranoia,
Just a joke that's over,
If the police don't sabotage his convoy
I call him the Prince of Morocco,
Because he fills my cup,
And he supplies every smoker in my block!
Tjalalala flows over waters,
Tjalala flows between countries,
Tjalalala flows over waters,
Tjalala flows between countries,
He breathes a sigh of relief,
And sends a message
That says: 'So the bag is home baby, so it's cool,
I call him Daredevil Frede,
And he has tjalalala with him,
Through the city to my friend who stands on the street (ya-eh)
My brave friend is called Bent,
And he's quite well-known,
So he checks the area before he cracks open the package,
Because Mr. Officer is in town,
To fade the color,
But it shines even though the state puts the pressure on
Tjalalala flows over waters,
Tjalala flows between countries,
Tjalalala flows over waters,
Tjalala flows between countries,
She closes her email,
While she smiles in her soul,
And thinks: 'Cool! I'm a bit of a rebel'
She runs the whole thing herself,
Has a shop and personnel,
Has no debt and she needs no help
She knows exactly what she wants, yeah
And what she can take,
Because she gets happy when she goes to chachacha, yeah
She's a single mother of two,
And she lives in Holstebro,
And now it's time for some peace and quiet!
So - she makes sure the kids are tucked in,
Before she smokes her tjalalala-lala,
She knows it's illegal consumption,
And it costs a lot of money,
So she smokes her tjalalala in secret!
Tjalalala flows over waters,
Tjalala flows between countries,
Tjalalala flows over waters,
Tjalala flows between countries,
In a small boat that gently rocks in Hellerup Harbor,
Sit the fine little lady and Mr. Raven (eh-eh),
They drink finely spiced wine,
With a finely curled name,
While they enjoy Yatzy and Palav (eh-eh),
See, the cosiness has no demands,
But above you a minor longing,
For a little tjalala could do good,
If you have money you can get,
That's not how it should go,
Because tjalala is forbidden and hard to reach!
But Raven will soon give a damn and a holy fuck,
Even if he should get a trip behind bars
He's a good businessman,
And it goes beyond his understanding,
How the state throws money out into the water
If they now made the tjal legal,
And took some tax on the ball,
There would be more pocket money for us all
Tjalalala flows over,
Tjalalala flows over,
Tjalalala flows over,
Tjalalala flows over,
Tjalalala flows over waters,
Tjalala flows between countries,