Lyrics of Flvj - Fokofpolisiekar

Flvj (original)

5 vingers vir die vuis waarmee jy my wil slat
4 uur is te laat om in die strate te stap
3de keer is gelukkig, die trane spat, die
2 van ons my skat, ons vat
1 vir die pad
Jy’s die volume op my radio
Sout in my wonde
So hoog as moontlik
So seer
Jy maak my gesonder
Dinamiet kom in klein boksies
Dis antisepties, maar liefde is toksies
En dit maak my siek om te sê…
Ek’s fokn lief vir jou
So fokn lief vir jou
Wa-haa-haha
Ek weet ek sê dit te min
Maar ek sê dit nou
Al die kak wat ons al deur is
Fokn lief vir jou
Ek weet daar’s moeilikheid daar buite
En ek dink ons sal dit maklik kan vind
As jy my aanbid
En ek jou vat soos 'n vitamiene
Geen dissipline
Ek weet ek sê dit te min
Maar ek sê dit nou:
«So fokn lief vir jou»
Daar’s 'n kroeg tussen die Sanlam hoofgebou
En die Strandstraat se Spar:
Oulike dame
Wat agter die toonbank staan
Week se salaris in die bank
Geen planne gehad
«Vat jul kaarte?», vra ek
«Nee, ons gee hulle terug»
«Nou, hoe gaan ek betaal
En hoe laat maak jy klaar?»
Sy sê sy werk nie
«Nou, wat maak jy agter die bar?»
«Ek wag vir jou…», sê sy
«En jy mors nou my tyd:
Daar’s is reëls om te breek
En foute om te maak
Kom ons maak onsself los en gaan sit vas in mekaar»
Ek’s fokn lief vir jou
So fokn lief vir jou
Wa-haa-haha
Ek weet ek sê dit te min
Maar ek sê dit nou
Al die kak wat ons al deur is
Fokn lief vir jou
Ek weet daar’s moeilikheid daar buite
En ek dink ons sal dit maklik kan vind
As jy my aanbid
En ek jou vat soos 'n vitamiene
Geen dissipline
Ek weet ek sê dit te min
Maar ek sê dit nou
En ek maak musiek om te sê:
«Ek's fokn lief vir jou
So fokn lief vir jou»
Ek weet ek sê dit te min
Maar ek sê dit nou
Wa-haa-haha
Wa-haa-haha

(translation)

5 fingers for the fist you want to slap me with
4 hours is too late to walk the streets
3rd time is happy, the tears splash, the
2 of us my darling, we take
1 for the road
You're the volume on my radio
Salt in my wounds
As high as possible
So sore
You make me healthier
Dynamite comes in small boxes
It's antiseptic, but love is toxic
And it makes me sick to say…
I fucking love you
So fuck love you
Wa-haa-haha
I know I say it too little
But I say it now
All the shit we're been through
Fuck love you
I know there's trouble out there
And I think we will be able to find it easily
If you worship me
And I take you like a vitamin
No discipline
I know I say it too little
But I say it now:
«So fucking love you»
There is a bar between the Sanlam main building
And the Strand Street's Spar:
Cute lady
What's behind the counter
Week's salary in the bank
Had no plans
«Take your cards?», I ask
"No, we're giving them back"
«Now, how am I going to pay
And what time do you get ready? »
She says she does not work
"Now, what are you doing behind the bar?"
"I'm waiting for you", she says
«And you're wasting my time now:
There are rules to break
And mistakes to make
Let's loosen ourselves and get stuck in each other »
I fucking love you
So fuck love you
Wa-haa-haha
I know I say it too little
But I say it now
All the shit we're been through
Fuck love you
I know there's trouble out there
And I think we will be able to find it easily
If you worship me
And I take you like a vitamin
No discipline
I know I say it too little
But I say it now
And I make music to say:
«I fucking love you
So fuck love you »
I know I say it too little
But I say it now
Wa-haa-haha
Wa-haa-haha