Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Plåster , by - Movits!. Release date: 11.11.2021
Song language: Swedish
Plåster(original) |
| Om du känner igen |
| Den där känslan av |
| Att tappa känseln |
| Du e hög, du e låg |
| Och det verkar som ingenting hjälper |
| För när hjärtat är paj |
| Och du tänker |
| Gå ut i älven |
| Yeah |
| Inte du, inte jag |
| Va nån annan |
| Som plocka fram första hjälpen |
| Inga plåster i världen |
| Kan hela mig, hela mig, hela mig, hela mig |
| Ambulanserna |
| Dom e försenade-senade-senade-senade |
| Tror jag dör in din famn |
| Vi blir stenade, stenade, stenade, stenade |
| Men när plåstret ska bort |
| Får du hela mig, hela mig, hela mig, hela mig |
| Kanske blir för tidigt snacka anatomi |
| Borde hellre snackat tyst diplomati |
| Men baby jag vill läsa hela biografin |
| Så ba' klottra ner ditt nummer, gärna kalligrafi |
| Vet inte om det går fram som telegrafi |
| Tror jag borde knalla ner till psykiatrin |
| Undersöker gärna, gör en mammografi |
| Och vi kan prova lite yoga eller akrobatik |
| Så blir det bikram |
| Eller bye bye |
| Se mig dansa i limbo som |
| Läser bibeln, läser high times |
| Så jag har nog för höga hopp |
| Men du sa du va bakis |
| Och spydde på toan |
| Och lånade tandborsten sen |
| Taxin tillbaka till porten |
| Hoppas du ringer igen |
| Inga plåster i världen |
| Kan hela mig, hela mig, hela mig, hela mig |
| Ambulanserna |
| Dom e försenade-senade-senade-senade |
| Tror jag dör in din famn |
| Vi blir stenade, stenade, stenade, stenade |
| Men när plåstret ska bort |
| Får du hela mig, hela mig, hela mig, hela mig |
| Hela mig |
| Inga plåster i världen kan |
| Hela mig |
| SOS på mitt EKG |
| Läkarn läser upp |
| Men det verkar som det e uppochner |
| E som kvicksand baby, som jag röker THC |
| Känner det ibland, sjunker in eller sjunker ner |
| Sjunger nog ibland över luren när vi snackar |
| Fotona jag samlar, du liknar ju din mamma |
| Visar ingen annan |
| Springer nog i motvinden tills jag kommer ramla |
| Hänger kappan, ba' hoppas du stannar |
| Om du känner igen |
| Den där känslan av |
| Att tappa känseln |
| Du e hög, du e låg |
| Och det verkar som ingenting hjälper |
| För när hjärtat är paj |
| Och du tänker |
| Gå ut i älven |
| Yeah |
| Inte du, inte jag |
| Va nån annan |
| Som plocka fram första hjälpen |
| Aldrig var nåt fan av att ta farväl |
| Och brustna hjärtan bankar som ett marching band |
| Inte den som fyller pengar i en bag |
| Men räknar man i tårar e jag miljonär |
| Inga plåster i världen |
| Kan hela mig, hela mig, hela mig, hela mig |
| Ambulanserna |
| Dom e försenade-senade-senade-senade |
| Tror jag dör in din famn |
| Vi blir stenade, stenade, stenade, stenade |
| Men när plåstret ska bort |
| Får du hela mig, hela mig, hela mig, hela mig |
| Hela mig |
| Inga plåster i världen kan |
| Hela mig |
| (translation) |
| If you recognize |
| That feeling of |
| To lose touch |
| You're high, you're low |
| And nothing seems to help |
| Because when the heart is pie |
| And you think |
| Go out into the river |
| Yeah |
| Not you, not me |
| What about someone else |
| Who picks up first aid |
| No patches in the world |
| Can heal me, heal me, heal me, heal me |
| The ambulances |
| They are delayed-delayed-delayed-delayed |
| I think I'm dying in your arms |
| We get stoned, stoned, stoned, stoned |
| But when the patch should be removed |
| You get all of me, all of me, all of me, all of me |
| Maybe it's too early to talk anatomy |
| Should rather talk silent diplomacy |
| But baby I want to read the whole biography |
| So please scribble down your number, preferably calligraphy |
| Do not know if it works as a telegraph |
| I think I should go down to psychiatry |
| Feel free to examine, do a mammogram |
| And we can try some yoga or acrobatics |
| Then it's bikram |
| Or bye bye |
| Watch me dance in limbo like |
| Reads the bible, reads high times |
| So I probably have too high hopes |
| But you said you were baked |
| And spit on the toilet |
| And borrowed the toothbrush then |
| Taxi back to the gate |
| Hope you call again |
| No patches in the world |
| Can heal me, heal me, heal me, heal me |
| The ambulances |
| They are delayed-delayed-delayed-delayed |
| I think I'm dying in your arms |
| We get stoned, stoned, stoned, stoned |
| But when the patch should be removed |
| You get all of me, all of me, all of me, all of me |
| All of Me |
| No patch in the world can |
| All of Me |
| SOS on my ECG |
| The doctor reads out |
| But it seems like it's upside down |
| E as quicksand baby, as I smoke THC |
| Feels it sometimes, sinks in or sinks down |
| Probably sings sometimes over the phone when we talk |
| The photos I collect, you look like your mother |
| Shows no one else |
| Probably running in the headwind until I fall |
| If the coat hangs, I hope you stay |
| If you recognize |
| That feeling of |
| To lose touch |
| You're high, you're low |
| And nothing seems to help |
| Because when the heart is pie |
| And you think |
| Go out into the river |
| Yeah |
| Not you, not me |
| What about someone else |
| Who picks up first aid |
| Never was a fan of saying goodbye |
| And broken hearts beat like a marching band |
| Not the one who fills money in a bag |
| But if you count in tears, I'm a millionaire |
| No patches in the world |
| Can heal me, heal me, heal me, heal me |
| The ambulances |
| They are delayed-delayed-delayed-delayed |
| I think I'm dying in your arms |
| We get stoned, stoned, stoned, stoned |
| But when the patch should be removed |
| You get all of me, all of me, all of me, all of me |
| All of Me |
| No patch in the world can |
| All of Me |