Lyrics of Tusindårsungerne 31. 8. 13 - Bisse

Tusindårsungerne 31. 8. 13 (original)

Min bror lever på femte sal
Oppe under himlen
Læser han kinesisk økonomi
Mens jeg sidder
Og skriver
Herinde ved siden af
Nogle gange tror jeg det' lidt svært for ham
At koncentrere sig
Når jeg skråler mine sange
Han hører dem
Før alle andre
Denne her er til ham
Undskyld jeg synger om dig
Undskyld at jeg forstyrrer dig
Undskyld jeg var så dominerende
Undskyld, jeg vil bare sige dig
Du' min bror
Jeg' din bror
Vi har den samme mor
Vi' tusindårsungerne
Vi voksed' op i nullerne
Ville ønske vi ku' tale bedre sammen
Se hinanden i øjnene
Under aftensmaden
Jeg har altid været den romantiske af os to
Men det nytter ikke noget at presse på med kærligheden
Overfor en kinesisk økonom
Vi elsker vel hinanden
På afstand
Dørkarm til dørkarm
Brormand til brormand
Da vi var yngre var jeg din overmand
Nu føler jeg at det er omvendt
Undskyld jeg er lidt svært at bo i lejlighed med
Undskyld jeg ikke ved hvordan man vasker hvidt tøj
Folk har svært ved at tro
Du' min bror
Jeg' din bror
Vi har den samme mor
Vi' tusindårsungerne
Vi blev voksne i nullerne
Håber du har det godt derinde
Synger let for at du ik' skal høre mig synge
Ved ikke hvad du bliver til
Jokede med at du blev rigere end mig
Og at jeg altid kunne låne penge af dig
Håber joken stadig holder når det bliver aktuelt
Vi' så forskellige
Ved ikke om vi nogensinde var ens
Vi er vokset op sammen
Men jeg tænker nogle gange
At vores generation består af enebørn
Der har det bedst når de er ensomme
Og så tænker jeg det skal være løgn
Det skal være løgn
Du' min følgesvend
Min barndomsven
Jeg vil ikke have nogen anden
Du' min mand
Og jeg' din bror
Du' min bror
Vi har den samme mor
Vi' tusindårsungerne
Vi voksed' op i nullerne
Du' min bror
Jeg' din bror
Vi har den samme mor
Vi' tusindårsungerne
Vi gik vel vores vej i nullerne

(translation)

My brother lives on the fifth floor
Up under the sky
Is he studying Chinese economics
While I sit
And writing
In here next door
Sometimes I think it's a bit difficult for him
To concentrate
When I shout my songs
He hears them
Before everyone else
This one is for him
Sorry I'm singing about you
Sorry to disturb you
Sorry I was so domineering
Sorry, I just want to tell you
You my brother
I'm your brother
We have the same mother
We the millennials
We grew up in the zeros
Wish we could talk better
Look each other in the eye
During dinner
I've always been the romantic of the two of us
But there is no use in pushing with love
In front of a Chinese economist
I guess we love each other
At a distance
Door frame to door frame
Brother to brother
When we were younger I was your overlord
Now I feel it's the other way around
Sorry I'm a bit hard to live in
Sorry I don't know how to wash white clothes
People find it hard to believe
You my brother
I'm your brother
We have the same mother
We the millennials
We grew up in the zeroes
Hope you're having a good time in there
Sing lightly so you don't have to hear me sing
Don't know what you're going to be
Joked that you became richer than me
And that I could always borrow money from you
Hope the joke still holds when it becomes relevant
We're so different
Don't know if we were ever the same
We grew up together
But I think sometimes
That our generation consists of only children
They are at their best when they are lonely
And then I think it must be a lie
It must be a lie
You my companion
My childhood friend
I don't want anyone else
You my man
And I' your brother
You my brother
We have the same mother
We the millennials
We grew up in the zeros
You my brother
I'm your brother
We have the same mother
We the millennials
I guess we went our way in the zeros