Translation of the song lyrics Fansen - Fronda

Fansen (original)

Saken r den, checka den trend
Som sakta men skert tar ver igen
Kepsen r tippad, skrmen r sne
Prislappen kvar, vad r det med det?
Kritvita skor, T-Shirten matchar
Skitlika loo och brallorna passar
Blicken r suddig, stilen r rtt
Allting r stddigt, allting r fett!
Matchande frger, intrnad gng
Passande poser, lever betong
Stenar I ronen, klockan p armen
Luvan p trjan dras ver skallen
Allting r coolt, finns ingen som du Finns ingen som du eller som du ser ut Frgar du frgan, vem r du igen?
Den enda som gr imot strmmen min vn Nr alla fansen kommer och ber om (en gng till)
Jag har mt dom, klart att jag ser dom (en gng till)
Jag lggar ner men jag kommer nog att kra (en gng till)
S publiken, ger mig en appld som bevisen!
Fr var det rock, allting var rock!
Sminkade hockey-frillor, det var tjockt
Svartkldda snubbar som undviker klubbar
Sg dom nn gng ibland nr dom var fulla
Sen kom det punk, allting var tungt
Nlar och kedjor, helst I en bunt
Herren p tppan, tuppar som fktas
Duschade kanske en gng I veckan
Nu r det skit, det som du kallar musik
Kopior av MTV som blir till liv
En skyltdocka kom, en skyltdocka sg Man ser din idol p klder och hr Kan inte frst dessa ytliga mnniskor
Sparkar p drmmar med spydiga tennisskor
Tnker inte rra mig fr nn sahoppa
Trenderna kommer och gr, jag kan softa
Nr alla fansen kommer och ber om (en gng till)
Jag har mt dom, klart att jag ser dom (en gng till)
Jag lggar ner men jag kommer nog att kra (en gng till)
S publiken, ger mig en appld som bevisen!
Kan inte alla bara va sig sjlva?
Inte spela coola, kan ni sluta snlla?
Sett snna stylade snubbar hr Att man kan tro att varanan r millionr
Men det r dom inte, fr dom jobbar p lager
Men blser lnen p vad?
Du sa det
Ett litet kvitto, VIP k, blickar
Flera nya kompisar, frsk hitta
Ngon som kan ngot annat n att prata fredagkvll
Fan jag blir 25, jag har sett snna hr jmt
Samma typ med ett helt annat ansikte
Dom som speglar sig I fnstret och spelar kickers
Alla ser vad dom gr och hur dom gr det
Allting r spel och du har inte ett re Killarna idag, har ni sminkat er?
Ser ut som om brudarna bredvid har pimpat er Nr alla fansen kommer och ber om (en gng till)
Jag har mt dom, klart att jag ser dom (en gng till)
Jag lggar ner men jag kommer nog att kra (en gng till)
S publiken, ger mig en appld som bevisen!

(translation)

The thing is, check that trend
Which slowly but surely takes us back
The cap is tipped, the screen is snowed
The price tag remains, what's up with that?
Chalk white shoes, the T-Shirt matches
Shit-like loo and the bras fit
The look is blurred, the style is straight
Everything is solid, everything is fat!
Matching colors, worn in
Appropriate poses, live concrete
Stones in the crown, the watch on the arm
The hood of the tree is pulled over the skull
Everything's cool, there's no one like you There's no one like you or what you look like Are you asking the question, who are you again?
The only one going against the tide my friend No all the fans come begging (one more time)
I have met them, of course I see them (one more time)
I lay down but I'll probably cry (one more time)
S audience, give me an appld as the proof!
Fr it was rock, everything was rock!
Made up hockey frills, it was thick
Black-clad dudes avoiding clubs
Sg them a few times when they were drunk
Then came punk, everything was heavy
Needles and chains, preferably in a bundle
The Lord on the roof, roosters that are fowled
Showered maybe once a week
Now that's shit, what you call music
Replicas of MTV coming to life
A mannequin came, a mannequin saw You see your idol in clothes and hair Can't understand these superficial people
Kicking dreams with pointy tennis shoes
I don't think I'm worried about this horse
Trends come and go, I can be soft
When all the fans come begging (one more time)
I have met them, of course I see them (one more time)
I lay down but I'll probably cry (one more time)
S audience, give me an appld as the proof!
Can't everyone just be themselves?
Not playing cool, can you please stop?
Seen so stylish dudes here That you can believe that the goods are millions
But it's not them, because they work in warehouses
But the income blows on what?
You said that
A small receipt, VIP k, glances
Several new friends, fresh find
Someone who can do something other than talk on a Friday night
Damn im turning 25 i have seen snna hr jmt
The same type with a completely different face
Those who reflect in the window and play kickers
Everyone sees what they do and how they do it
It's all a game and you don't have a re Guys today, have you put on your makeup?
Looks like the chicks next door pimped you No all the fans come begging (one more time)
I have met them, of course I see them (one more time)
I lay down but I'll probably cry (one more time)
S audience, give me an appld as the proof!