Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Benal
Date of issue: 28.01.2016
Song language: Danish
Intro(original) |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det' kun os. |
Det' normalt, når man ikk' er normal |
Det' kun os. |
Hvis det' smukt, er det sikkert min dame |
Med blikket så rent, at lav puls ikk' er på tal' |
Man ligger sødt, når man ligger diskret, chutney |
Der' stadig mange go' digte tilbage, det' så fint |
For hver dag stikker det af |
Hårdt arbejde det' lort, og jeg stinker ekstremt |
Husker først gang, jeg fik mig en fan |
Og jeg troed', det var for sjov, fordi jeg ikk' er en champ |
Dovne drenge si’r, jeg svigter totalt |
Men der' ikk' plads til mer' lort i din mund, dreng, slik dig på hagen |
Det' svært at smile, når de råber som børn |
Karma kommer tilbage, men jeg åbner ikk' døren |
Gider ikk' at stå og kede mig i køen til at dø |
De der bukser, de brænder — bare løb, dreng, løb |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Du sagde, det' let at bli' glemt |
Du sagde, du ikk' ka' li' en taber, nu' vi venner igen |
Bygger fundamentet for drømmen, baby, kender du dén? |
Hvis du ikk' gider se, vi vinder, må du heller' gå hjem |
Lille boy si’r, det' rigtigt, men det' rigtigt for sjov |
Dårlig forbindelse, jeg håber på, du ringer i morgen |
Løber direkte ind i cirkus ligesom «ja, det' en klovn» |
De store sko dér, i nat er de vores |
De' helt knast ligsom cornflakes — baby, ta' det lort væk |
Pappa går amok nu: «Hva' fuck har du gjort, knægt?» |
Kommer som et næsehorn — løb i læ, bror |
Du ka' sige, vi' ikk' familie, det' okay, bror |
Stort kram til dit Facebook tag team |
Til det rigtige — skål for de døde, drik lig' |
Har en flagermus i hovedet, og den basker med vingerne |
Fem minutter mer' og så stikker det |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
Det her er ikk' en reklame |
(translation) |
This is not an advertisement |
It's just us. |
It's normal when you're not normal |
It's just us. |
If it's pretty, it sure is my lady |
With a look so clean that low heart rate is not a problem |
You lie sweetly when you lie discreetly, chutney |
There are still many good poems left, that's so nice |
Because every day it slips away |
Hard work it' shit, and I stink extremely |
I remember the first time I got a fan |
And I thought it was for fun because I'm not a champ |
Lazy boys say, I fail completely |
But there's no room for more shit in your mouth, boy, lick your chin |
It's hard to smile when they cry like children |
Karma comes back, but I won't open the door |
I don't want to stand and be bored in the queue to die |
Those pants, they're on fire — just run, boy, run |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
You said it's easy to be forgotten |
You said you can't be a loser, now we're friends again |
Building the foundation of the dream, baby, you know that one? |
If you don't want to see us win, you better go home |
Little boy says, that's right, but that's right for fun |
Bad connection, I hope you call tomorrow |
Runs straight into the circus like "yeah, that's a clown" |
The big shoes there, tonight they are ours |
They're as crazy as cornflakes — baby, take that shit away |
Dad is going crazy now: «What the fuck have you done, kid?» |
Coming like a rhinoceros — run for cover, brother |
You can say we're not family, that's okay, brother |
Big hug to your Facebook tag team |
To the real thing — toast to the dead, drink corpses' |
Has a bat in its head and it flaps its wings |
Five minutes more' and then it sticks |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |
This is not an advertisement |