Текст и перевод песни Ylvis - Nach

Nach

Komma inn?
Jau, det e no greitt nok
Det e ikkje så mykkje å skryte av

Hakkje akkurat induksjon
Eller digital værstasjon
Hakkje sofa lagd ao skinn
Denna her e ho farmor sin

Hakkje nyoppussa toppleilegheit
Hakkje siste te han Samsonite
Hakkje rao te varmepump
Men drit no i da
Førr eg ha nach

Ja eg ha nach

Ja eg ha nach

E da sant da dei seie at han e èin fyr
So gaor og bresa seg uten masse bling og styr
So e ei partymaskin
Og drikke berre budlevin
Og gir eit hundre tusen fucks i stilen sin

Han hakkje klokka, havkajakk elle espressomaskin
Hakkje robotgrasskløppar utpao plenen sin
Zero stressi, han e festens Messi
Da e homerun og smash
Før han har nach

Ja eg ha nach

Ja eg ha nach

Da e èin tin han faktisk bruka painga pao
Ein ting so alltid gjerde kvelden rao
Ein ting so gjere festen ekstra fin
Når han endeleg gaor og drege fram synthn sin
Han ha Jupiter
Op-1
Minilogue
303
Han ha DX 7
Prophet 2
SPX og 606

No bli da nach

No e da nach

Før eg ha nach

Me ha kaffemaskina ao staol (okay)
Me ha panna so brenne baol (jaja)
Me ha ovn so seie pling (mhm)
Me ha masse gamle ting (men eg ha nach)
Me ha sofaen te ho mor (den e grei)
Me ha traktorn te han Tor (jaja)
Kjenne dødsangst og da e bra (det e greitt)
Han e Saongdals bresnaste kar (før eg ha nach)

Me ha kaffemaskina ao staol (okay)
Me ha panna so brenne baol (jaja)
Me ha ovn so seie pling (mhm)
Me ha masse gamle ting (eg ha nach)
Me ha sofaen te ho mor (den e grei)
Me ha traktorn te han Tor (jaja)
Kjenne dødsangst og da e bra (det e greitt)
Han e Saongdals bresnaste kar
Før eg ha nach

Afterparty

Come in?
Yeah, it's alright I guess
It's not much to brag about

Don't exactly have induction
Or a digital weather station
Don't have a leather sofa
This one here is grandma's

Don't have a newly renovated penthouse
Don't have the latest Samsonite
Don't have the funds for a heat pump
But who cares
Because I'm having an afterparty

Yeah, I'm having an afterparty

Yeah, I'm having an afterparty

Is it true what they say about the guy
Who goes all out without a lot of bling and fuss
Who's a party machine
And only drinks cheap wine
And gives a hundred thousand fucks about his style

He doesn't have a clock, a sea kayak or an espresso machine
Doesn't have a robot lawnmower out on his lawn
Zero stress, he's the party's Messi
It's a homerun and a smash
Because he's having an afterparty

Yeah, I'm having an afterparty

Yeah, I'm having an afterparty

There's one thing he actually spends money on
One thing that always makes the evening raw
One thing that makes the party extra fine
When he finally goes and pulls out his synth
He's got a Jupiter
Op-1
Minilogue
303
He's got a DX 7
Prophet 2
SPX and 606

Now it's an afterparty

Now it's an afterparty

Because I'm having an afterparty

We've got the steel coffee machine (okay)
We've got the pan that burns the food (yeah yeah)
We've got the oven that goes *pling* (mhm)
We've got a lot of old stuff (but I'm having an afterparty)
We've got mom's sofa (it's alright)
We've got Tor's tractor (yeah yeah)
Feeling existential dread and that's good (it's okay)
He's Sogndal's coolest dude (because I'm having an afterparty)

We've got the steel coffee machine (okay)
We've got the pan that burns the food (yeah yeah)
We've got the oven that goes *pling* (mhm)
We've got a lot of old stuff (I'm having an afterparty)
We've got mom's sofa (it's alright)
We've got Tor's tractor (yeah yeah)
Feeling existential dread and that's good (it's okay)
He's Sogndal's coolest dude
Because I'm having an afterparty