Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Død luft, artist - Nota Bene. Date of issue: 22.01.2017
Song language: Danish
Død luft(original) |
| Yo er der nogen |
| Der ser det her |
| Er der nogen |
| Der ikk' la' sig imponere |
| Yo er der nogen der ude der ikk' vil ta' mere pis fra nogen |
| Der ikk' har gået i deres sko |
| Oo-ooo-ooouhhh |
| Det løber løbsk, mit løb er kørt snart |
| Jeg føler ikk' noget, der' død luft i min øresnegl |
| Jeg' stålsat, men jeg håber nogen kan nå mig |
| Før jeg bomber Nørreport uden dåser |
| Jeg stonecold sober, jeg burde ryge nogle spliffs |
| Jeg' ikk' syg, mit blik er låst på det her hykler pis |
| For de sætter dig i bås hvis du råber på fornyelse |
| Dem der kæmper blir' stemplet som de sygeste |
| Men om 500 år vil vi kig' tilbage |
| Og gi' al respekt til dem vi griner af idag |
| Dem der kæmper, dem der beskytter, dem der elsker |
| Dem der knokler for noget godt for deres medmennesker |
| Det' dem vi kalder rotter, og idealister |
| Ufinansierede politkiere, det' punks og hippier |
| Gadeartister med fedtet hår, ikk' fedtede meninger |
| Fortsæt den gode kamp, i gør det for os alle |
| I gør det for os alle |
| Op med hætten op med nævn, fuck røg og damp |
| Vi skal ud og kæmp' |
| Men vi har ikk' tid til nogens andres kamp |
| For vi har for travlt med os selv |
| Så der' nogen der må gøre noget bar' det ikk' er mig |
| Du må forstå, yeah |
| Har mistet troen på at godt kan gøres |
| Men du gir' mig håbet |
| Frustrationerne krader, det' kronerne der presser på |
| Jeg gør snart noget drastisk, send mig til Guantanamo |
| For jeg går kamikaze på en karseklippet klon |
| Der snakker blind om at systemet aldrig svigter nogen |
| Det' vestens form for religion |
| Og troen er stærk så længe du gør hvad du blev lært hen' i skolen |
| Ja stol på mig, men hvorfor sku' du |
| Jeg' bare endnu en uduelig, fuld idiot på din YouTube |
| Video, så sluk for mig, tænd fornuften for dig selv |
| Kig nu op — se |
| Dem du gir' din stemme har ikk' tid til det hele |
| De' fedtet ind i magt og penge |
| Så, jeg gir' min tillid til de uafhængig |
| For selv enhedslisten blir' forpurret når du putter penge i |
| Vi skal ud af burdet af ren anstændighed |
| Vi må nå længere, møde de næste med lidt venlighed |
| Op med hætten op med nævn, fuck røg og damp |
| Vi skal ud og kæmp' |
| Men vi har ikk' tid til nogens andres kamp |
| For vi har for travlt med os selv |
| Så der' nogen der må gøre noget bar' det ikk' er mig |
| Du må forstå, yeah |
| Har mistet troen på at godt kan gøres |
| Men du gir' mig håbet |
| (translation) |
| Yo is there anyone |
| There see it here |
| Is there anybody |
| They didn't let themselves be impressed |
| Yo, is there anyone out there who doesn't want to take more piss from anyone |
| No one has walked in their shoes |
| Oo-ooo-ooouhhh |
| It runs wild, my race is soon run |
| I don't feel anything like dead air in my cochlea |
| I' steeled, but I hope someone can reach me |
| Before I bomb Nørreport without cans |
| I stonecold sober, I should smoke some spliffs |
| I'm not sick, my gaze is locked on this hypocritical shit |
| Because they put you in a stall if you call for renewal |
| Those who struggle are labeled as the sickest |
| But in 500 years we will look back |
| And give all respect to those we laugh at today |
| Those who fight, those who protect, those who love |
| Those who work hard for something good for their fellow human beings |
| It' those we call rats, and idealists |
| Unfunded politicians, it' punks and hippies |
| Street performers with greasy hair, not greasy opinions |
| Keep up the good fight, you do it for us all |
| You do it for all of us |
| Up with the hood up with board, fuck smoke and steam |
| We're going out and fightin' |
| But we don't have time for someone else's fight |
| Because we are too busy with ourselves |
| So there's someone who has to do something bar' it's not me |
| You must understand, yeah |
| Have lost faith that good can be done |
| But you give me hope |
| The frustrations are gnawing, it's the kroner that are pushing on |
| I'm going to do something drastic soon, send me to Guantanamo |
| Because I go kamikaze on a cress cut clone |
| There is blind talk about that the system never lets anyone down |
| It's the western form of religion |
| And faith is strong as long as you do what you were taught in school |
| Yes trust me, but why did you see |
| I'm just another incompetent drunk idiot on your YouTube |
| Video, so turn off me, turn on reason for yourself |
| Now look up — see |
| Those you vote for don't have time for it all |
| They dabbled in power and money |
| So, I give my trust to them independently |
| Because even the unit list gets thwarted when you put money in it |
| We must get out of the cage of mere decency |
| We must reach further, meet the next with a little kindness |
| Up with the hood up with board, fuck smoke and steam |
| We're going out and fightin' |
| But we don't have time for someone else's fight |
| Because we are too busy with ourselves |
| So there's someone who has to do something bar' it's not me |
| You must understand, yeah |
| Have lost faith that good can be done |
| But you give me hope |