Translation of the song lyrics Tykt Og Tynt - Klovner I Kamp

Tykt Og Tynt (original)

halla Alis, hva skjer a?
ikke no spess, og du?
bare tenkte vi mᥠfᥠpᥠen fest, vi hakke drekt pᥠlenge
men vi drakk jo i gá¥r
sprá¸tt, det fá¸les ut som det minst mᥠvá¦re et á¥r siden
kan det vá¦re á¥rstiden?
shit, ja, jeg kjente no pᥠgikta, men nᥠhar det seg slik at i
Kveld skal vi bli go og drita, pᥠdamer, bá¸rst og hip-hip i
Skjá¸nn forening
du gir begrepet hip-hop junkie en helt ny mening
jeg veit, jeg veit, og det er jeg stolt av som
John Travolta blir folka helt stoka av min underlivs polka
du er korka og full din vesle hobby alkoholiker
hold kjeft, já¦vla svin, já¦vla hobby melankoliker
nᥠskal du forsyne meg fá¥
sᥠsikt pᥠtrynet mitt og slá¥
sᥠbegynner jeg ná¥
hva faen venter du pá¥, din já¦vla feige annorektiker
erru frekk eller?
du er sᥠtynn at du gir Grethe Roede brekninger
Fokk deg og dine slekninger en gjeng med svake sveklinger
oj, to hele setninger uten ᥠbanne, er dansken vá¥r blitt myk
Han som er gal og syk, gir folk fik og verbalt stryk
Sᥠstor og stygg i munnen men pᥠbunnen en svak sjel
Fra undergrunnen uten kunnen og viten
slutt, jeg fá¸ler meg sliten, jeg fá¸ler meg uggen og bedriten
Jeg mᥠsove et par timer
kan det kanskje vá¦re spriten som er skyld i problemet?
nei, det kan du ikke mene, men slutt ᥠstress
hei du mᥠpumpes, jeg ringer Dr. S (Dr.S: la meg se…)
Refreng:
Til vi ligger 6 fot kalde under torv og jord
Alt mitt er ditt til vi skilles i dá¸den X2
fᥠrá¦va di i gir, lett pᥠliket, fᥠdin kropp opp av ká¸ya
Fᥠut finger’n, det er morgen
slᥠav lyset, svir i á¸ya, la meg vá¦re i fred
Trekk for gardina fá¸r jeg kliner deg ned
jassᥠDane, hva er det du driver med?
slutt ᥠvá¦r sᥠgrinete
Har du tenkt ᥠkline ned din beste kamerat?
ja, hvis det trengs, og du veit jeg slá¥r deg flat
jassᥠlille venn, er du breial, tá¸ff i trynet, gid
Jeg blir sᥠredd og skremt av en danske i en dyne, skal du byne
True meg med et laken, visst er du skremmende naken
Men det lett ᥠlá¸pe fra 100 kilo fett
ᥠhold tett, já¦vla sprett, du som er sᥠkvikk og pigg
Dane ná¥r var sist gang du faktisk fikk deg et ligg?
hei, hei, hei, Alis, nᥠholder det
fra spá¸k til revolver, her kommer en alvorsprat
Fra din arbeidskamerat: slutt ᥠlok, slutt med dop
Slutt ᥠdrikke deg ihjá¦l, hvem skal ta ansvar for ditt liv
Om du ikke gjá¸r det sjá¦l?
begynn ᥠtren, fᥠdeg et liv
Klepp há¥ret og fᥠdeg en jobb som en start
ᥠden perfekte mannen som alltid er smart, som alltid er flink
Gir meg rá¥d og vink, nᥠble alt sᥠbra, Alis takk skal du ha
Hvem trenger fiender med en venn som deg
hei, hvem bommer spenn til deg?
helt fra jeg ble kjent med deg
Har jeg casha ut en masse gryn, jeg aldri fá¥r igjen av deg
Jeg gremmer meg og dropper ut av klovner og gá¥r solo
takk, da slipper jeg ᥠspille i et band med en homo
Ref: X2
at vi kunne synke sᥠdypt ᥠha med damer pᥠrefrengene
husk at vi gjá¸r det for henne, karrieren hennes trenger det
Og sᥠtrenger a pengene, og for henne er det spennende
Á¥ henge ut ᥠchille med de tre kule mennene
fokk, du á¦kke helt god, vi á¦kke tre menn men to
det er sant, Finger’n var jo nettopp konfirmant
Skal han vá¦re med pᥠleken, fá¥r han tá¥le hele steken
Finger’n gleder du deg til du kommer i puberteten?
gᥠfra gutt til mann, bli stor, vokse opp, eventuelt
Vurdere ᥠfinne en kjerring og debutere seksuelt
du fá¥r ta det du kan fá¥, for plutselig lá¸per tia fra deg
men jeg skjá¸nner det já¦vlig godt, hvis ingen damer vil ha deg
du har ikke utseende med deg
du kanke kle deg
eller gre deg
du er 120 há¸y
det á¦kke rart ingen ser deg
din lille Bá¦kkelaget-soss
lille snobb, snik, tosk
forbistrade já¸ssing, du blir aldri en av oss
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(translation)

hello Alis, what's going on?
not no spess, and you?
just thought we must have a party, we've been waiting for a long time
but we drank yesterday
crazy, it feels like it must have been at least a year ago
could it be the time of year?
shit, yes, I used to feel gout, but now it's like i
In the evening we're going to get good and fuck, on ladies, brush and hip-hip in
Clear association
you give the term hip-hop junkie a whole new meaning
I know, I know, and I'm proud of that
John Travolta makes people go crazy for my belly polka
you're drunk and drunk you little hobby alcoholic
shut up, ya¦vla pigs, ya¦vla hobby melancholics
now you will supply me with some
then aim at my muzzle and strike
then I'll start now
what the hell are you waiting for, you bloody coward anorexic
erru rude or?
you are so thin that you make Grethe Roede vomit
Breed you and your relatives a bunch of weaklings
oops, two whole sentences without swearing, our Danish has become soft
He who is crazy and sick, gives people fik and verbal beatings
So big and ugly in the mouth but at the bottom a weak soul
From the underground without the skills and knowledge
end, I feel tired, I feel tired and tired
I have to sleep for a couple of hours
could it be the alcohol that is to blame for the problem?
no, you may not think so, but stop stressing
hey you need to be pumped, I'm calling Dr. S (Dr.S: let me see…)
Chorus:
Until we lie 6 feet cold under sod and soil
All mine is yours till death do us part X2
get your rá¦va in gear, light on the corpse, get your body out of the boat
Get your finger out, it's morning
turn off the light, sting the eye, leave me alone
Pull the curtain before I kneel you down
jessᥠDane, what do you do?
stop being so grumpy
Have you been thinking of knocking down your best mate?
yes, if need be, and you know I'll knock you flat
jessᥠlittle friend, are you breial, tá¸ff in the snout, gid
I get so scared and frightened by a Dane in a duvet, you're going to bid
Threaten me with a sheet, surely you are frighteningly naked
But it's easy to run from 100 kilos of fat
Á¥ hold tight, ja¦vla bouncy, you who are so nimble and energetic
Dane when was the last time you actually got laid?
hey, hey, hey, Alis, now that's enough
from spá¸k to revolver, here comes a serious talk
From your work mate: stop lok, stop dope
Stop drinking yourself to death, who will take responsibility for your life
If you don't do it yourself?
start working out, get a life
Cut your hair and get a job as a start
ᥠthe perfect man who is always smart, who is always clever
Gives me advice and a wink, now everything turned out so well, Ali's thanks to you
Who needs enemies with a friend like you
hey, who misses your buckle?
ever since I met you
Have I cashed out a lot of grits, I'll never get back from you
I grapple and drop out of clowns and go solo
thanks, then I won't have to play in a band with a gay man
Ref: X2
that we could sink so low to have ladies on the choruses
remember we are doing it for her, her career needs it
And then she needs the money, and for her it's exciting
To hang out and chill with the three cool men
man, you're quite good, we're three men but two
it's true, Finger'n was just confirmed
If he is to join the game, he has to endure the whole roast
Finger'n are you looking forward to hitting puberty?
go from boy to man, grow up, grow up, possibly
Consider finding a girlfriend and make your sexual debut
you have to take what you can get, because suddenly ten runs away from you
but I feel it very well, if no ladies want you
you don't have looks with you
you can get dressed
or comb your hair
you are 120 tall
no wonder nobody sees you
your little Bäkkelaget sauce
little snob, sneak, fool
distraught já¸ssing, you will never be one of us
Ref: X2