Cobra Rax - Ulf Lundell перевод на английский

Cobra Rax

Vi gjorde vad vi kunde fr att
Slippa hra stormen ryta
Men till slut var vi tvugna
Ge oss av fr
Provianten brja tryta
S vi vira in oss i dom
Klder som vi hade kvar
Och gav oss ut p jakt
Efter lyckans dar
Och vi kpte lite pulver
Fr vi mrkte snart
Att det var brttom
Och snart rusa vi omkring i city
Snutar var det jvligt gott om
Men som Ron sa: Vi hade flax
Det kunde lika grna
Ha vart Cobra Rax
Vi kom till Velodromen
Fr att visa vra nya konster
Och vi var helt verens om att
Vi aldrig sett s mnskliga monster
Mefistofeles han satt och
Skaka livet ur en drink
Ett helgon satt brevid och hojta:
Trink Brderlein, trink!
Jag sa: Hr sitter vi igen
Hr sitter vi i samma satans snara
Jag menar, nn jvla telepati
Fr det vl nd lov att vara
Ultraliberaler och rop om ax och max
Och jointen som gr runt
Den stinker Cobra Rax
Vi Lufsa ut i snn igen
Blodiga av rikoschetter
Jag vill g hem till Mona Lisa
Lska, lsa Petter och hans getter
Hopp ver romantiken
Hoppa ver alltihop
Du och jag och dom, sa Ron
Vi skriker samma rop
Uti skrgrn, mitt i sommarn
Dr finns sol och hav
Och vinda bryggor
Till en kunde man fly, leva gott
Allt som str en det r myggor
Ron han mumla nt om att det
Kunde vara dags
Att ntligen f i sej lite Cobra Rax

Cobra Rax

We did what we could in order to
Keep the storm away
But in the end we had to
Get out of here
The supplies started to run out
So we wrapped ourselves in the
Clothes we had left
And went on a hunt
For luck's sake
And we bought some powder
Because we soon realized
That we were in a hurry
And soon we were running around the city
Cops were everywhere
But as Ron said: We were lucky
It could have just as well
Been Cobra Rax
We came to the Velodrome
To show our new tricks
And we agreed that
We had never seen such human monsters
Mephistopheles was sitting and
Shaking the life out of a drink
A saint sat next to him and shouted:
Drink my brother, drink!
I said: Here we are again
Here we are in the same damn trap
I mean, what a damn telepathy
Because it's supposed to be
Ultra-liberals and cries for ax and max
And the joint that goes around
It stinks Cobra Rax
We set off in the snow again
Bloody from ricochets
I want to go home to Mona Lisa
Love, read Petter and his goats
Go over the romance
Jump over everything
You and me and them, said Ron
We scream the same cry
Out in the wild, in the middle of summer
There is sun and sea
And windy piers
To one could escape live well
All that bothers you is mosquitoes
Ron he mumbled that it
Could be time
To finally get some Cobra Rax