Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hundetimen , by - Suspekt. Release date: 11.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Danish
Hundetimen(original) |
| Yeah |
| Folk kommer til at trip over det i weekenden |
| Og vi går lige i fælden igen, roder rundt i minefeltet |
| Langt fra Whiskybæltet, henvist til pinebænken |
| Hvor vi boltrer os i særheder, der synger for den sidste enke |
| Aldrig på det sidste vers, sviner dig til du ikk' ka' blinke |
| Ny sofistikeret stratenrøver der ikk' kan håndtere bænke |
| Set i mands minde, iværksætter din kvinde |
| Det skruen uden ende, ubehagligheder på din' nethinde |
| Hvis det ikk' var for mine dårlige vaner |
| Ville jeg stadig være det sam' sted |
| Stolt af jeg nåede 38, alt had er begravet |
| Fuck og være forarget farvelægger din grå hverdag |
| Har forplantet mig i arven, her fra til graven |
| Så jeg slanger mig snusende i kanten af trussen |
| Rusker op i det hele, så kravlet kommer ud af busken |
| Banker rust af rørene, stramt frembrusende |
| Og så smækker vi med døren, alting knusende |
| Så jeg vil være her lidt i nu |
| Lusen under neglen der afspejler derouten |
| La' mig være lidt i nu |
| Kursen fra sejlet, autopiloten |
| Jeg vil være her lige nu |
| Lurer ved spejlet, der aldrig stiller sulten |
| La' mig bli' i lykken, bare lidt endnu |
| Sejlede i tanker, strømmer ud af |
| Venter på varmens vinger, ta’r fart og forsvinder |
| Så fremmed kan se mig, et barn af problemer |
| Vi ta’r den sgu sener', alle drenge har det |
| Til verden den ender, vi barndommens minder |
| Vandrende engle med brændende vinger |
| For travlt til min' venner, så travlt at jeg venter |
| Ingen slukker Vestegnen, stjernerne tænder |
| I takt med skiltet på City-toget, natten er med dig |
| Møder du modgang, min ven, du bli’r stærkere |
| Jeg tænker på sygdom, tænker på smerter |
| Grådig kutymer vender vores verden |
| Skraldeposer istedet for hjerner |
| Vi ramt af psykoser, tænk og sku' bære det |
| Som en beruset gorilla af gærrede nedfalds frugter |
| Går vi gennem junglen, levende produkter |
| Vi' blevet produkter, så tænker du på mig |
| Så jeg vil være her lidt endnu |
| Er der ting du misunder, tænk vi bli’r dummer' |
| La' mig være lidt i nu |
| Had mig som pesten, bare i ikk' er nikke-dukker |
| Jeg vil være her lidt i nu |
| Jeg savner sku' lunten, håber du ka' forstå mig |
| La' mig bli' i lykken, bare lidt endnu |
| Håber du ka' forstå mig |
| Jeg savner sku' lunten (Jeg savner sku' lunten, jeg savner sku' lunten) |
| (translation) |
| Yeah |
| People are going to trip over it this weekend |
| And we go straight into the trap again, rummaging around in the minefield |
| Far from the Whiskey Belt, referred to the torture bench |
| Where we frolic in quirks that sing for the last widow |
| Never on the last verse, you swine until you can not 'blink' |
| New sophisticated street robber who can not handle benches |
| Seen in man's memory, your woman initiates |
| It screw endlessly, discomfort on your 'retina |
| If it was not for my bad habits |
| Would I still be in the same place |
| Proud I reached 38, all hatred is buried |
| Fuck and be outraged colors your gray everyday life |
| Have propagated me in the inheritance, here from to the grave |
| So I sniff myself sniffing at the edge of my panties |
| Shakes it all up so the crawl comes out of the bush |
| Knocks rust off the pipes, tightly effervescent |
| And then we slam the door, everything smashing |
| So I want to be here a little bit in now |
| The lice under the nail that reflect the deroute |
| Let me be a little in now |
| The course from the sail, the autopilot |
| I want to be here right now |
| Lurking by the mirror that never satisfies hunger |
| Let'm stay 'in happiness, just a little more |
| Sailed in thoughts, flowing out of |
| Waiting for the wings of the heat to take over and disappear |
| So stranger can see me, a child of trouble |
| We'll take it damn late ', all boys have it |
| To the world it ends, we childhood memories |
| Wandering angels with burning wings |
| Too busy for my 'friends, so busy that I'm waiting |
| No one turns off the Vestegnen, the stars turn on |
| In keeping with the sign on the City train, the night is with you |
| When you face adversity, my friend, you become stronger |
| I think of illness, I think of pain |
| Greedy customs turn our world upside down |
| Garbage bags instead of brains |
| We suffer from psychosis, think and sku 'bear it |
| Like a drunken gorilla of fermented fallout fruits |
| We go through the jungle, living products |
| We're become products, so you think of me |
| So I want to be here a little more yet |
| Are there things you envy, think we're going to be stupid ' |
| Let me be a little in now |
| Hate me like the plague, only you are not nodding dolls |
| I want to be here a little in now |
| I miss sku 'lunten, hope you can understand me |
| Let'm stay 'in happiness, just a little more |
| Hope you can understand me |
| I miss sku 'lunten (I miss sku' lunten, I miss sku 'lunten) |