Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Orangemörk norsk sommarkväll, artist - Lillasyster. Album song 3, in the genre Классика метала
Date of issue: 24.01.2012
Record label: Ninetone
Song language: Swedish
Orangemörk norsk sommarkväll(original) |
En man med ett ben som en spik, såg mig |
Dansa en fest ur sin skit, bröt mig |
Han luktade fisk och viol, han la mig ner |
Din far var en riktig bandit — en man |
Och processen som du gör |
När du dansar fram som du gör |
Är ärvd i rakt nedstigande led |
Från männen som bråkade sitt land ur fred |
För det var en varm orangemörk norsk sommarkväll |
Utmanad på dansduell |
Mellan tjockt bommulstyg och hud dränkt i svett |
Kom undergången hem till Anette |
De dagar hon sa att hon var stark |
Var det bara lögner för han var hennes monark |
Så en varm orangemörk norsk sommarkväll såg hon sin grav |
Det pratades som om panik, vi tog — det hårt |
Han ångrade allt som han sa, och vad — han gjort |
Repellerande bort försvann, han |
Lämnade oss nakna kvar — han brann, han brann |
Men nu får vi byta plats och bära någon annans last |
Lära oss att aldrig köra fast |
Medans vi har plats att lossa inatt |
För det var en varm orangemörk norsk sommarkväll |
Utmanad på dansduell |
Mellan tjockt bommulstyg och hud dränkt i svett |
Kom undergången hem till Anette |
De dagar hon sa att hon var stark |
Var det bara lögner för han var hennes monark |
Så en varm orangemörk norsk sommarkväll såg hon sin grav |
Det var en varm orangemörk norsk sommarkväll |
Utmanad på dansduell |
Mellan tjockt bommulstyg och hud dränkt i svett |
Kom undergången hem till Anette |
De dagar hon sa att hon var stark |
Var det bara lögner för han var hennes monark |
Så en varm orangemörk norsk sommarkväll såg hon sin grav |
(translation) |
A man with a leg like a nail, saw me |
Dancing a party out of its shit, broke me |
He smelled fish and violets, he put me down |
Your father was a real bandit - a man |
And the process that you do |
When you dance the way you do |
Is inherited in a straight descending line |
From the men who quarreled their country out of peace |
Because it was a warm orange-dark Norwegian summer evening |
Challenged in a dance duel |
Between thick cotton fabric and skin soaked in sweat |
The doom came home to Anette |
The days she said she was strong |
It was just lies because he was her monarch |
Then on a warm orange-dark Norwegian summer evening she saw her grave |
There was talk of panic, we took it - it hard |
He regretted everything he said, and what - he did |
Repelling away disappeared, he |
Left us naked - he burned, he burned |
But now we have to change places and carry someone else's load |
Teach us to never get stuck |
While we have room to unload tonight |
Because it was a warm orange-dark Norwegian summer evening |
Challenged in a dance duel |
Between thick cotton fabric and skin soaked in sweat |
The doom came home to Anette |
The days she said she was strong |
It was just lies because he was her monarch |
Then on a warm orange-dark Norwegian summer evening she saw her grave |
It was a warm orange-dark Norwegian summer evening |
Challenged in a dance duel |
Between thick cotton fabric and skin soaked in sweat |
The doom came home to Anette |
The days she said she was strong |
It was just lies because he was her monarch |
Then on a warm orange-dark Norwegian summer evening she saw her grave |