Lyrics of Intro - Benal

Intro - Benal
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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
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This is not an advertisement
This is not an advertisement
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