Текст и перевод песни Povel Ramel - Naturbarn

Naturbarn

Ja bo i stilla hav på liten ö
Enligt broschyr paradismiljö
Paradis ok för längesen
Numera offer för turismen
Båtar lägga till vid nybyggd kaj
Dmdumma mänskor kalla oss malaj
Be malaj dansa äkta dans
Malaj dansa dans som aldrig fanns
Naturbarn
Icke ta emot
Allahopa utom naturbarn ren idiot
Icke tycka om turist
Tycka turist trist
Icke tycka mycke bråk
Tycka turist åk
Naturbarn
Icke tycka bra
Allahopa utom naturbarn inget att ha
Först i början komma en och en
Skrynkliga damer och feta män
Senare många i hundratal
Tråkigt man ej vara kannibal
Nu turister göra invasion
Komma nästan upp i million
Alla se ut som likadan
Komma hit till ö titta på varann
Naturbarn
Icke ta emot
Allahopa utom naturbarn ren idiot
Icke tycka om turist
Tycka turist trist
Icke tycka mycke bråk
Tycka turist åk
Naturbarn
Icke tycka bra
Allahopa utom naturbarn inget att ha
Förr så vacker ligga sandstranden
Nu turist förstöra utsikten
Tycka sig själv så brun och frisk
Ändå se ut som torkad fisk
Turist visa oss ingen respekt
Även anmärka på kläd och dräkt
Förr man visa sig som man vill
Nu stänga in och täppa till
Naturbarn
Icke ta emot
Allahopa utom naturbarn ren idiot
Icke tycka om turist
Tycka turist trist
Icke tycka mycke bråk
Tycka turist åk
Naturbarn
Icke tycka bra
Allahopa utom naturbarn inget att ha

Icke ta emot
Allahopa utom naturbarn ren idiot
Icke tycka om turist
Tycka turist trist
Icke tycka mycke bråk
Tycka turist åk
Icke tycka om turist
Tycka turist trist
Icke tycka mycke bråk
Tycka turist åk

Heathens

Baby, I live in a quiet haven on a tiny isle,
According to the brochures, paradise with a smile.
Paradise okay way back when,
Nowadays a victim of tourism.
Boats dock at a new pier,
Dumb tourists call us Malay.
Ask us to dance our native dance,
Us dance in a dance that never was.
Heathens.
Not taking no more.
Everyone but us heathens is a bloody tourist bore.
Heathens don't like tourists.
Heathens find tourists boring.
Heathens don't like noise,
Heathens want tourists to shoo.
Heathens.
Don't think it's so great.
Everyone but heathens are full of useless hate.
First they came one by one,
Wrinkled old ladies and fat old men.
Later they came in hundreds,
It's a shame they’re not cannibals.
Now the tourists invade,
Numbering nearly a million.
All looking the same.
They come to this island to gaze upon the scene,
Heathens.
Not taking no more.
Everyone but us heathens is a bloody tourist bore.
Heathens don't like tourists.
Heathens find tourists boring.
Heathens don't like noise,
Heathens want tourists to shoo.
Heathens.
Don't think it's so great.
Everyone but heathens are full of useless hate.
Once the sandy beaches were beautiful,
Now the tourists have spoiled the view.
They think they look so tanned and healthy,
But they look like dried fish.
The tourists show us no respect,
They even criticize our clothes.
We used to express ourselves.
Now we're ashamed.
Heathens.
Not taking no more.
Everyone but us heathens is a bloody tourist bore.
Heathens don't like tourists.
Heathens find tourists boring.
Heathens don't like noise,
Heathens want tourists to shoo.
Heathens.
Don't think it's so great.
Everyone but heathens are full of useless hate.

Not taking no more.
Everyone but us heathens is a bloody tourist bore.
Heathens don't like tourists.
Heathens find tourists boring.
Heathens don't like noise,
Heathens want tourists to shoo.
Heathens don't like tourists.
Heathens find tourists boring.
Heathens don't like noise,
Heathens want tourists to shoo.