Translation of the song lyrics Studenter På Flak - Suburban Kids With Biblical Names

Studenter På Flak (original)

Jag gjorde slut med dig
Gick ut genom dörren
Satte mig på krogen
Beställde in en öl
Matchen skulle börja
Utanför var det vår
Du ringde mig
Jag hade den på ljudlös
Jag hade ingenting att säga
Rydström gjorde två-noll
Jag var den enda som fira det
Studenterna dom skrek
När matchen var slut
Slängdes alla ut
Och skulle fira segern
Vi hade förlorat
Men det gjorde inget
Jag ramlade ut
Jag var väldigt full
Stockholms himmel var blå
Studenterna på sina flak
Skruttiga bilar och sunkiga hak
Jag gick genom skiten
Sveavägen fram
Skulle möta Vargen
Någonstans på Södermalm
Köpte några folköl
Götgatsbacken brann
Vi gick till Carmen
Där fanns alla jag inte ville se
Dom hälsa inte
Jag hade legat med alla tre
Träffade en gammal vän
Som börjat sälja kokain
När klockan var ett
Slängdes alla ut
Det var efterfest
Jag hade femton SMS
Som jag inte svarat på
Jag trippade ut
Jag var väldigt full
Stockholms himmel var grå
Huliganerna var ute på gatorna
Och poliserna var helt jävla galna
När klockan var ett
Slängdes alla ut
Det var efterfest
Jag hade femton SMS
Som jag inte svarat på
Jag trippade ut
Jag var väldigt full
Stockholms himmel var grå
Huliganerna var ute på gatorna
Och poliserna var helt jävla galna

Studenter På Flak (translation)

I broke up with you
Went out the door
Put me on the hook
Ordered a beer
The match would begin
Outside it was spring
You called me
I had it on silent
I had nothing to say
Rydström scored two-zero
I was the only one celebrating it
The students shouted
When the match was over
Everyone was thrown out
And would celebrate the victory
We had lost
But it did nothing
I fell out
I was very drunk
Stockholm's sky was blue
The students on their platforms
Dirty cars and sunkissed hooks
I went through the shit
Sveavägen forward
Would meet the Wolf
Somewhere on Södermalm
Bought some folk beer
Götgatsbacken burned
We went to Carmen
There were everyone I did not want to see
They do not greet
I had slept with all three
Met an old friend
Who started selling cocaine
When it was one o'clock
Everyone was thrown out
It was an after party
I had fifteen text messages
Which I did not answer
I tripped out
I was very drunk
Stockholm's sky was gray
The hooligans were out on the streets
And the cops were completely fucking crazy
When it was one o'clock
Everyone was thrown out
It was an after party
I had fifteen text messages
Which I did not answer
I tripped out
I was very drunk
Stockholm's sky was gray
The hooligans were out on the streets
And the cops were completely fucking crazy