Translation of the song lyrics V.S.S.B II - L.O.C.

V.S.S.B II (original)

Sig mig, er der slet ikk' noget, der' helligt for dig?
Helligt?
Jeg mødt' en hellig mand den anden dag
Han spurgt' til min sjæl, men ikk' mit liv
Han lagde et kors om min hals og sagde:
«Min søn, det' aldrig for sent at bli' tilgivet»
Jeg sagde: «Du kan ikk' ændre, at verden den er gal
Så du burde prøve at sælg' skør et andet sted
Her' det fuck et venskab, gi' mig kapital
Og lidt uforpligtende sex frem for kærlighed»
Børn af betonen, nu i rigmandsslummen
Gik fra unge til midaldrende og dumme
Fra ignorante til sandheden på tungen
Mens chancen den glipped' for os at dø unge
Blandt supermodeller med blikke, der vender indad
Og aldrig er bedre end det lort, de lige har indtaget
Og medieliderlige på mikrofoner virker ligeglade
Men de der rapper' de vil dø for opmærksomhed
For de gi’r allesammen en fuck, indtil de bli’r nomineret til en pris
De har ingenting at fejre, men har stadig travlt med at hold' fest
De kan beholde deres lort, for mig og mine vi vil bare spis'
Mens vi ruller op i noget, der får dig og dit hold til at lign' pis
Alt, jeg kender, er «lav de der fucking penge»
Alle min' venner er ligesom: «Fortæl mig, du knepped' hende»
Mentaliteten er for mange hos, for lidt tid
(For mange hos, for lidt tid)
Brækked' næser og BMW’er
Samleje med enhver, der' interesseret
Jeg burde vide bedre end det vanvid
Men forfalder til, hva' der tænder min samtid
(Vold, sex, stjålne biler)
Ka' du se mig nu, mor?
Jeg' ikk' dårligt dannet
(Vold, sex, stjålne biler)
Jeg' blot li' så fucked som resten af landet
Vi' fulde på kærlighed og vin
Kristus, gi' os i dag vort daglig' problem-
-et er, at vi misforstår hinanden perfekt
Illustreret af deres trang til at digt'
Vi sidder fast mellem Helvede og et hårdt hjertet
På det rette sted, sansen si’r, vi' færdige
Så tag mig, medskyldig i faldet
Det' livet ifølge Liam og fuck alt andet

V.S.S.B II (translation)

Tell me, is there nothing at all sacred to you?
Holy?
I met a holy man the other day
He asked 'for my soul, but not' my life
He put a cross around my neck and said:
"My son, it's never too late to be forgiven"
I said, "You can not change the fact that the world is crazy
So you should try to sell's crazy somewhere else
Here 'it fuck a friendship, give me capital
And a little casual sex rather than love »
Children of the concrete, now in the rich man's slum
Went from young to middle aged and stupid
From ignorant to the truth on the tongue
While the chance it glipped 'for us to die young
Among supermodels with inward-facing glances
And never is better than the shit they just ingested
And media-hungry on microphones seem indifferent
But those who rap 'they will die for attention
Because they all give a fuck until they are nominated for an award
They have nothing to celebrate, but are still busy partying
They can keep their shit, for me and mine we just want to eat '
While we roll up something that makes you and your team look like piss
All I know is «make those fucking money»
All my friends are like, "Tell me you fucked her."
The mentality is too many with, too little time
(Too many at, too little time)
Broken noses and BMWs
Intercourse with anyone who 'interested
I should know better than that madness
But due to what's turning on my contemporaries
(Violence, sex, stolen cars)
Can you see me now, mother?
I 'ik' badly formed
(Violence, sex, stolen cars)
I 'just li' as fucked as the rest of the country
We 'full on love and wine
Christ, give us today our daily problem-
-it is that we misunderstand each other perfectly
Illustrated by their urge to write poetry '
We are stuck between Hell and a hard heart
In the right place, the sense says, we're done
So take me, accomplice in the fall
It's life according to Liam and fuck everything else