Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prioritiseer, artist - Fokofpolisiekar. Date of issue: 30.11.2012
Song language: Afrikaans
Prioritiseer(original) |
| Salueer die vurige moedeloosheid |
| Die klank van skynbare identiteit |
| (jou slagspreuk hier) |
| Onverskillig van formaat |
| Waarskynlik nagemaak |
| Prioriteit no. |
| 01 |
| Kom lewendig hier uit |
| Jou merke sal getuig |
| Harsings by my skedel uitgesuig |
| 'n ritueel |
| 'n fees |
| Om my id op te offer |
| Vir almal wat wil leef |
| Tap die vatte leeg |
| Die houer |
| Het sy gees gegee |
| Prioriteit no. |
| 01 |
| Kom lewendig hier uit |
| Jou merke sal getuig |
| Van 'n toomlose leefstyl |
| Wees bly jy’s vry |
| Jy’s gefok |
| So nou fok jy ons |
| Jou merke sal getuig |
| Van 'n aktiewe wanhopigheid |
| Jy’s gefok |
| En nou fok jy ons |
| Al le my gemoedstoestand so blou |
| Sal ek altyd die berge kan onthou |
| Die poel water weerkaats |
| Die flitse die riete |
| Die beloftes van liefde |
| Wat die wolke geheim hou |
| Maar verklap in uitbarstings |
| Ons hande raak skaars |
| Maar dit dien as geleier |
| (translation) |
| Salute the fiery despondency |
| The sound of apparent identity |
| (your slogan here) |
| No matter the format |
| Probably counterfeit |
| Priority no. |
| 01 |
| Get out of here alive |
| Your marks will testify |
| Brains sucked out of my skull |
| a ritual |
| a festival |
| To sacrifice my id |
| For everyone who wants to live |
| Drain the barrels |
| The container |
| Gave his spirit |
| Priority no. |
| 01 |
| Get out of here alive |
| Your marks will testify |
| Of a unbridled lifestyle |
| Be glad you're free |
| You're fucked |
| So now you fuck us |
| Your marks will testify |
| From an active despair |
| You're fucked |
| And now you're fucking us |
| Even though my state of mind is so blue |
| Will I always be able to remember the mountains |
| The pool of water reflects |
| The flashes the reeds |
| The promises of love |
| What keeps the clouds secret |
| But revealed in eruptions |
| Our hands become scarce |
| But it serves as a guide |