Lyrics of Tjalala - Natasja

Tjalala (original)

Ja ja
Han står og puffer på en smøg
I sit lette sommertøj
På Rivieraen hvor prisen den er høj (eh-eh)
Et skævt smil i hans øj'
Som han skutter sig i trøj'n
Tjekker himmelstrøget og tænker om et døgn
Der er den værste paranoia
Blot en overstået spøg
Hvis ik' Policen saboterer hans convoy
Jeg kalder ham Prinsen af Marok'
For han fylder min kop
Og han forsyner hver en ryger i min blok!
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
Han ånder lettet op
Og sender en besked
Der står: 'Så er tasken hjemme baby, så' der fed'
Jeg kalder ham Vågehalsen Frede
Og han har tjalalala med
Igennem byen til min ven der står på gaden (ya-eh)
Min brave ven han hedder Bent
Og han er rim’lig kendt
Så han tjekker landet før han knækker pladen
For Hr.
Betjent han er på staden
For at falme farveladen
Men den stråler selvom staten sætter pladen op
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
Hun lukker ned for sin mail
Mens hun smiler i sin sjæl
Og tænker: 'Sejt!
Jeg' sgu da lidt af en rebel'
Hun styrer hele lortet selv
Har butik og personel
Har ingen gæld og hun behøver ingen hjælp
Hun ved præcis hvad hun vil ha', ja
Og hvad hun ka' ta'
For hun blir' glad, når hun går til chachacha, ja
Hun er alenemor til to
Og hun bor i Holstebro
Og nu er det på tide med lidt fred og ro!
Så - hun sørger for at ungerne er lagt i seng
Før hun ryger sin tjalalala-lala
Hun ved det er forbudt forbrug
Og det koster mange penge
Så hun ryger sin tjalalala i smug!
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
I en lille båd, der gynger blidt i Hellerup Havn
Sidder den lille fine Frue og Hr.
Ravn (eh-eh)
De drikker fint krydret vin
Med et fint krøllet navn
Mens de hygger sig med Yatsi og Palav (eh-eh)
Se hyggen den har ingen krav
Men over dig et mindre savn
For en lille tjalala ku' gøre gavn
Har man penge ka' man få'
Sådan sku' det ikke gå
For tjalala den er forbudt og svær at nå!
Men det vil Ravn snart skide højt og fuckin' helligt på
Om så han skulle få en tur bag lås og slå
Han er en god forretningsmand
Og det går over hans forstand
Hvordan at staten smider penge ud i vandet
Hvis de nu lovlig gjorde tjallen
Og tog lidt skat på ballen
Var der flere lommepenge til os alle
Tjalalala flyder over
Tjalalala flyder over
Tjalalala flyder over
Tjalalala flyder over
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande

(translation)

Yes Yes
He stands and puffs on a cigarette
In his light summer clothes
On the Riviera where the price is high (eh-eh)
A crooked smile in his eye '
As he shoots himself in the jersey
Checking the skies and thinking about a day
There is the worst paranoia
Just a joke over
If not 'The police sabotage his convoy
I call him the Prince of Morocco '
Because he fills my cup
And he supplies every single smoker in my block!
Tjalalala floats over waters
Tjalala flows between countries
Tjalalala floats over waters
Tjalala flows between countries
He breathes a sigh of relief
And sends a message
It says: 'Then the bag is home baby, so' there fat '
I call him the Daredevil Peace
And he has tjalalala with him
Through the city to my friend standing on the street (ya-eh)
My good friend his name is Bent
And he is reasonably well known
So he checks the land before breaking the plate
For Mr.
Officer he's in town
To fade the color charge
But it radiates even if the state sets up the record
Tjalalala floats over waters
Tjalala flows between countries
Tjalalala floats over waters
Tjalala flows between countries
She shuts down her mail
While she smiles in her soul
And thinks: 'Cool!
I 'damn bit of a rebel'
She controls all the shit herself
Has shop and staff
Has no debt and she needs no help
She knows exactly what she wants, yes
And what she can do
Because she's happy when she goes to chachacha, yes
She is a single mother of two
And she lives in Holstebro
And now it's time for some peace and quiet!
So - she makes sure the kids are put to bed
Before she smokes her tjalalala-lala
She knows it is forbidden consumption
And it costs a lot of money
So she smokes her tjalalala in secret!
Tjalalala floats over waters
Tjalala flows between countries
Tjalalala floats over waters
Tjalala flows between countries
In a small boat that sways gently in Hellerup Harbor
Sitting the little fine Lady and Mr.
Raven (eh-eh)
They drink fine spicy wine
With a nice curly name
While having fun with Yatsi and Palav (eh-eh)
See the coziness it has no requirements
But above you a minor miss
For a little tjalala ku 'do benefit
If you have money you can 'get'
That's not how it should go
For tjalala it is forbidden and hard to reach!
But Ravn will soon fuck it loud and fuckin 'holy on
About so he should get a ride behind lock and key
He's a good businessman
And it goes beyond his mind
How the state throws money into the water
If they now legally did the rat
And took some treasure on the ball
There was more pocket money for all of us
Tjalalala overflows
Tjalalala overflows
Tjalalala overflows
Tjalalala overflows
Tjalalala floats over waters
Tjalala flows between countries