Translation of the song lyrics Siste Buss Har Gått - D.D.E.

Siste Buss Har Gått (original)

Rundt hjrnet gikk nettopp den siste bussen
Den bussen som du skull ha tatt
Ja vesst finns det drosja, men du har itj rd
Te no’n taxi-tur no I natt
S rusle du gjennom no’n nattstille gata
Der nysn’n e ekkel og gr
Og raude og grnne menner som blinke
E einaste liv du kan sj
Og vind slit I kle’an og frosten bit
Og du lure p koffer du fltta hit
Og koffer du trives s bra nettopp her
I snn en by og snt et ver
Og mte du folk e det ingen du kjenne
Du gare for d sjl og frys
Men rett over brua og litt oppi bakkan
Der e det et vindu med lys
Du kunn nok gtt oppom, men veit dm har lagt s
Sjl om dm har lyset p
No gare du forbi, men kjem du I morra
S e det nok kaffe f
Og vind slit I kle’an og frosten bit
Og du lure p koffer du flytta hit
Og koffer du trives s bra nettopp her
I snn en by og snt et ver
Han kan nok vis tenner, den by’n som du bur I
Probleman dm e sikkert mang
Den bakken du klatre e bratt nok om natta
Og heimvei’n den e kald og lang
Men lell e det nkka som held p humret
Som styre to trtte bein:
I senga du gare te, der ligg ei og vente
Som syns du e fryktelig sein

Siste Buss Har Gått (translation)

The last bus was just round the corner
That bus that you should have taken
Yes, of course there is the taxi, but you have itj rd
Te no'n taxi trip no In the night
So you stroll through some night-quiet street
Der nysn'n e nasty and gr
And red and green men that blink
The only life you can see
And the wind wears the clothes and the frost bites
And you wonder why you flew here
And if you feel good right here
In snt a city and snt a ver
And you think people are nobody you know
You cook for d chill and freeze
But right over the bridge and a little up the hill
There is a window with light
You can probably guess, but you know what you've done
Sjl if dm has the light p
Now you're passing by, but you're coming in the morning
If there is enough coffee f
And the wind wears the clothes and the frost bites
And you wonder why you moved here
And if you feel good right here
In snt a city and snt a ver
He can probably show his teeth, the city you live in
The problems are certainly many
The hill you are climbing is steep enough at night
And the way home is cold and long
But well, it's the neck that sticks to the smile
Like steering two tired legs:
In the bed you make tea, there is one waiting
Which you think is terribly late