Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slår Sprekker, artist - Erik Og Kriss. Album song Tabu, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.06.2009
Record label: MTG
Song language: Norwegian
Slår Sprekker(original) |
Han var ungkar, en eiendomsmegler rett fra BI |
Altfor opptatt av felger og fet bil med tv I |
Leve livet I fartsfilen på vei mot toppen |
Han vi’kke si det, men finanskrisen var tett på kroppen |
Inkassobunken var høy, det samme gjeld og rente |
Han var den som alltid løy om hva han egentlig tjente |
Og mente VIP var virkelig viktig og ville ikke virke |
Som han ikke visste hvilke merker han sku' drikke |
Så litt flaks, han selger første leilighet på lenge |
Tre hundre under takst, men provisjonen kunne han trenge |
Vel hjemme åpnes brevene omsider |
Det kan’ke stemme, er fra sjefen, masse piss om trange tider |
Han drar rett ut på byen, han tømmer flaske etter flaske |
Og fyren skjønner han må gjemme ansiktet bak en stram maske |
Det siste glasset går ned, lister seg sakte av sted |
I parken ender turen, og han legger seg ned I skje |
Gi meg en flaske til, håper noen ser |
Leaser staslig bil for en passasjer |
Viser frem en stil som jeg ikke kler |
Lyver om en mill, håper ingen vet |
Lurer på hva de tenker om meg |
Lurer på hva de sier om meg |
Om meg — om meg — om meg — om meg (om meg) |
Hva de sier om meg |
De var så lykkelige, nyforelsket var de herlighet |
Og sku' ta fatt på livet sammen nå, I felles leilighet |
Delte drømmen som skjedde, og feiret litt I kveld |
Vinket farvel til sparingen og tankene høy gjeld |
Frem med dyre bobler for å feire en sprekk |
I boligboblens diktatur, som plutselig var visket vekk |
De hadde strukket seg langt, tre hundre mer enn maks |
Unnskyldte det med at de var tre hundre under takst |
De tok en omvei gjennom parken for å gå forbi |
Å titte på fasaden til seksjonen de snart sku' bo I |
Midt I parken må han tisse, så han blir borte |
Det ha trodde var et pledd, var plutselig en hvit skjorte |
Han så den sist på kontraktsmøte samme dagen |
Møter meglerns livløse blikk, blir som betong I magen |
Ambulansen forsvinner, de hører lyden av den |
Han holder rundt henne, og myser på fasaden |
(translation) |
He was a bachelor, a real estate agent straight from BI |
Too preoccupied with rims and fat car with tv I |
Live life In the speed lane on the way to the top |
He did not say that, but the financial crisis was close at hand |
The collection pile was high, as were debt and interest rates |
He was the one who always lied about what he really earned |
And thought VIP was really important and would not work |
As he did not know which brands he was going to drink |
So a little luck, he sells the first apartment in a long time |
Three hundred below appraised value, but he could need the commission |
Once home, the letters finally open |
There can be no voice, is from the boss, lots of piss about hard times |
He goes straight to the city, he empties bottle after bottle |
And the guy realizes he has to hide his face behind a tight mask |
The last glass goes down, slowly slipping away |
In the park, the trip ends, and he lies down in a spoon |
Give me another bottle, hope someone sees |
Leases stately car for one passenger |
Showing off a style I do not wear |
Lying about a mill, hope no one knows |
Wondering what they think of me |
Wondering what they say about me |
About me - about me - about me - about me (about me) |
What they say about me |
They were so happy, newly in love they were glory |
And should start life together now, in a shared apartment |
Shared the dream that happened, and celebrated a little tonight |
Waved goodbye to savings and mind high debt |
Forward with expensive bubbles to celebrate a crack |
In the dictatorship of the housing bubble, which was suddenly wiped away |
They had stretched far, three hundred more than max |
Apologized that they were three hundred below rate |
They took a detour through the park to pass |
To look at the facade of the section they will soon be living in |
In the middle of the park he has to pee, so he disappears |
What he thought was a blanket was suddenly a white shirt |
He last saw it at a contract meeting the same day |
Meets the broker's lifeless gaze, becomes like concrete in the stomach |
The ambulance disappears, they hear the sound of it |
He holds her, and squints at the facade |