Translation of the song lyrics Hades - L.O.C.

Hades (original)

Vi nedstiger til Hades
Langt under deres elskede gade
Hvor deres syn på at hold' det ægte er skredet
Og de tror, dét at råb' højst vinder balladen
Men de' blot ynkelige under dække
Og sidste udvej det' kast noget plettet
Men de' lavet af fæces og bløderpis
Så hvorfor sku' jeg gøre min' knoer beskidt'?
Der var engang, hvor dreng' blev til mænd
Hvor man så til sin' ældre for råd
Hvor bøf var noget, man åd
Og et problem rent faktisk medførte blod
Men jalousi og smålighed er åbenbart nok
For at snak' som en luder det' det nye sort
Jeg' resistent, for det går kun fremad
Og succes generer' misundeligt drama
Jeg-jeg kender dig ikk' nok til at hade dig
Men jeg må gøre det godt, siden du hader mig
Hva' der ikk' slår dig ihjel, gør dig ligeglad
Og kun kujoner kigger hjemad
Når de får visioner om dit fjæs på et sølvfad
Fuck beef, bitch, hva' er had?
Det', når de ser et menneske går imod strøm'
Fast besluttet på at residere i deres drøm'
Og de vil' ønsk', de ku' gå med op ad bjerget
Men deres fødder vil ikk' løft' sig, deres vilje er begravet
I en selvmedliden' tryghed
For det vante det gi’r dem en bund, som de ka' hvile deres ryg ved
Så' det let at pege fingre mod himlen
Og være endnu en udstrakt arm midt i vrimlen
Der reagerer på et manglende mod
Så småligt at deres had det ser materielt ud
Og så er had pludseligt at se mig i en coupé
Og at vide at deres kæreste måske er en groupie
Jeg-jeg kender dig ikk' nok til at hade dig
Men jeg må gøre det godt, siden du hader mig
(Arh, arh) La' vær' at hade en spiller, nej, du burde
Had det faktum, du ikk' engang selv turde det
Men had avler had, så du må forberede dig
På at alle omkring dig de en dag vil hade dig
Det' din skæbne at spis' af dit eget kød
For du' alene ved bordet, når du ska' bræk' brød
Du holder messe uden fremmøde
Fingeren i halsen — det' det sidste, du ka' frastøde
Du' kun dit eftermæle værd
Og din arv er der ingen, der bærer
Nej, du' glemt som en anonym afdød
Det, du laver, er ligesom min eks — afprøvet
Allerede indtaget
Og det ka' kun udmund' i vrede
Som kun ka' udmund' i had
Men kun én ting er større, og jeg ved hvad
Når det' nødvendigt, at de siger dit navn
For overhovedet at bli' set i deres egen hjemstavn
Når alt, de stiler efter, det' noget, du er
Når din mening om de hoes ka' fuck' deres karriere
Når dem, der sviner, ikk' ka' kom' af med
Det faktum, at de vil' sut' dig af for et omkvæd
Når voksne mænd i jakkesæt tuder offentligt
Bare fordi du har sagt, deres forretning går dårligt
Når du tjener hel' deres livsløn årligt
Når det sidste, de ka' find' på at kald' dig, er borgerlig
Det, når du' din egen bedste kontakt
Så fuck al deres had, bitch — hva' magt?

Hades (translation)

We descend to Hades
Far below their beloved street
Where their view of keeping 'the real has slipped
And they think that shouting 'at most wins the trouble
But they 'just pathetic under cover
And last resort it 'throw something stained
But they 'made of feces and hemorrhoids
So why should I make my 'knuckles dirty'?
There was a time when boys became men
Where one looked to his' elder for advice
Where steak was something one ate
And a problem actually caused blood
But jealousy and pettiness are obviously enough
To speak 'like a whore' the new variety
I 'resistant, because it only goes forward
And success generates' envious drama
I-I do not know you enough to hate you
But I have to do well since you hate me
What's not 'kills you does not matter to you
And only cowards look home
When they get visions of your face on a silver platter
Fuck beef, bitch, what's hate?
It 'when they see a human being going against current'
Determined to reside in their dream '
And they will 'wish' they could go up the mountain
But their feet will not 'lift up', their will is buried
In a self-pitying 'security
Because the habit gives them a bottom on which to rest their backs
So it's easy to point fingers at the sky
And be another outstretched arm in the midst of the throng
Responding to a lack of courage
So petty that their hatred it looks material
And then hatred is suddenly seeing me in a coupe
And knowing that their boyfriend might be a groupie
I-I do not know you enough to hate you
But I have to do well since you hate me
(Arh, arh) Let's not hate a player, no, you should
Had the fact that you did not even dare
But hatred breeds hatred, so you have to prepare
On that all around you they will one day hate you
It 'your destiny to eat' of your own flesh
Because you 'alone at the table when you're' breaking 'bread
You hold a fair without attendance
The finger in the throat - the last thing you can repel
You're only worth your legacy
And your inheritance there is no one who carries
No, you 'forgot as an anonymous deceased
What you do is like my ex - tried and tested
Already ingested
And it can only end in anger
Who can only 'utmund' in hatred
But only one thing is bigger and I know what
When it's necessary that they say your name
To be seen in their hometown at all
After all, what they're aiming for is something you are
When your opinion about they hoes ka 'fuck' their career
When those who swine do not 'ka' get 'off
The fact that they will 'suck' you off for a chorus
When grown men in suits shout in public
Just because you said their business is going bad
When you earn full 'their living wage annually
When the last thing they can 'find' to call you is bourgeois
That when you 'your own best contact
So fuck all their hatred, bitch - what's power?