Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gin & Cocio, artist - Pede B.
Date of issue: 18.02.2016
Song language: Danish
Gin & Cocio(original) |
Har du nogensinde prøvet at du vågner med et sæt |
Og de tumper som du ligefør var på druk med de' væk |
Det rum du vågner i ligner et bombet toilet |
Og inden under din kasket, er der en tåge der er tæt |
Jeg ligger bag en sofa og anerkender mit nederlag |
Der var 100 drikkevarer nu der kun to ting tilbage |
Du din egen lykkesmed siger vi alle halvhøj |
Jeg er fra den tid hvor skoler ikke underviste metalsløjd |
Før jeg kan tage af sted skal jeg i mit ansigt sved |
Rejs mig ved det forbandede træ som jeg er faldet ved |
Prøver bare at glemme da en stemme hvisker disse ord |
Drik hvad der har henne og prøv at slette de sidste spor |
Gin & Cocio, Gin & Cocio, Gin & Cocio, Gin & Cocio |
Da vi mødtes og optog var aftenen så god |
Nu der ikke andet tilbage end Gin & Cocio |
Lad mig tænke efter, det sidste som jeg kan huske klart |
Er umiddelbart, 100 sjuser før det sluttede brat |
Min indre supercomputer den trådte ud af kraft |
Cirka da vi besluttede at blande æblejuice og snaps |
Føler mig lidt på et ynkeligt trip, jeg er 30 sekunder fra at dø af panik |
Men køteren i mig, han køber det ik' så skynder at dulme humøret med sprit |
Det sidste jeg husker fra natten igår, var pigernes drinks der var latterlig |
hårde |
At de drak mig ned, er bare salt i mit sår, rækker efter mit glas for at tage |
mig en tår |
Nu, nu. |
nu der kun glasskår, for alvor her ligner lort |
Og alle folk er væk, hvad fuck har Jimmy gjort |
Stolene er væltet, det ligner folk var oppe og bokse |
Typisk mig og blackoute, gade vide om jeg os' ku' stop det |
Burde finde overskud, gå hjem og sove den ud |
Hvile er for de senile, og folk der har knoglebrud |
Så jeg finder energien til at gå på rov |
I kombinationen af chokolademælk og nåleskov |
Det ik' sikkert det er kvalivare' |
Men vi klare os med hvad vi har |
Det cocio og gin, det betyder ingenting |
Forestil dig det er pagne og kaviar |
Så bare hold glasset klar |
Er det nødvendigt at jeg skal forklare |
Op på hesten igen, selvom planen er slem |
Har du et bedøvet sind som du skal bevare |
(translation) |
Have you ever tried waking up with a set |
And the bumps you just drank with were gone |
The room you wake up in looks like a bombed toilet |
And inside under your cap, there is a fog that is dense |
I lie behind a couch and acknowledge my defeat |
There were 100 drinks now with only two things left |
You your own fortune teller we all say half loud |
I am from the time when schools did not teach metalwork |
Before I can leave, I have to sweat in my face |
Get me up by the damn tree I fell on |
Just trying to forget when a voice whispers these words |
Drink what's left and try to delete the last traces |
Gin & Cocio, Gin & Cocio, Gin & Cocio, Gin & Cocio |
When we met and recorded the evening was so good |
Now there is nothing left but Gin & Cocio |
Let me think about, the last thing I can remember clearly |
Is immediately, 100 sjuses before it ended abruptly |
My inner supercomputer it went out of power |
About when we decided to mix apple juice and schnapps |
Feeling a little on a pitiful trip, I'm 30 seconds from dying of panic |
But the meat in me, he does not buy it so hurries to soothe the mood with alcohol |
The last thing I remember from last night was the girls' drinks which were ridiculous |
hard |
That they drank me down is just salt in my wound, reaching for my glass to take |
me a tear |
Nu, nu. |
now there are only shards of glass, seriously here looks like shit |
And all the people are gone, what the fuck has Jimmy done |
The chairs are overturned, it looks like people were up and boxing |
Typically me and blackoute, street know if I us 'ku' stop it |
Should find profit, go home and sleep it out |
Rest is for the senile, and people who have bone fractures |
So I find the energy to go on a rampage |
In the combination of chocolate milk and coniferous forest |
It's sure it's qualifying ' |
But we manage with what we have |
That cocio and gin, it means nothing |
Imagine it's pagne and caviar |
So just keep the glass ready |
Do I need to explain |
Up on the horse again, even though the plan is naughty |
Do you have a numbing mind that you need to preserve |