Translation of the song lyrics Mer Prestige Mer Pastis - Suspekt, USO, Marwan

Mer Prestige Mer Pastis (original)

På bohemisk vis bærer jeg boulevarderne
Spiser couscous om fredagen med araberne
Berber kappe på min krop, turde siges ja
To æbler, mynte te i min krop, Aicha
Vi hører alt, men vi lytter sjældent
Kører galt i vores forhold til der en ny i fælden
Zapper for vores følelser
Du zapper væk fra alt det shit der ku' forløs' dig
Ensom i mængden af menneskelig spøgelser
Væsnet øser, festlig' tøser
Bundet af os selv på hænder og fødder
Svæv væk til en anden dimension for at møde mig
Jeg kørte igennem en ørken for at find' vandet
Bare for at finde et eller andet
Tørlægger mine tanker synker ned i sandet
Her hviler vi i fred, forevig forbandet
Drinks er dyr, skilsmisse i systemet
Jeg elsker sindsyge kællinger
Hva' problemet?
Huh, hva' problemet?
(Hva' problemet?)
Hva' problemet?
Mer' prestige, mer' pastis
Ter mig som om, jeg lever i Paris
Tar' nødvendigvis kun telefonerne med procenter i blodet
Messende masseseancer
Slidt forhud, beskidt forrude midt i en grim fortid
Der gør det blider, videre formidler, forbudte tanker om kvinder
I en mild årstid ingen vil kendes ved
Svømmer jeg i sandet, forbandet, det elsker det smovs nu
Vælger det hårdeste, sælger det groveste
Milepæle, pløkker i jorden, midt i sovsen
Den altid sovende kæmpe vækket til live
boksen, sælger dit liv, din inviterer til dobbel
Kosmisk klagesang, der klinger hult i klokken
Ændrer på faconen, tankegangen midt i stormen
Leder efter stjerner bag det fjerneste bjerg
Føls' som vi vandre gennem hele vores liv
Nomader, i nattens iskolde sand
Alt er så tæt på, igen denne nat
Nomader, i nattens iskolde sand
Alt var så tæt på så vi gik og vi gik og vi gik og vi gik
Det ikk' småting, det' en hold-ting, det' alting
Det ikk' småting, det' en hold-ting, det' alting
Vader gennem befolkning, vader gennem befolkning
Jeg har hva' jeg skal bruge men jeg går vider' (går vider')
Gi’r mig følelsen af at jeg står og lider (står og lider)
Med de slidte sko, trætte øjn' og ilden i min sjæl
Dedikeret hele mit liv, ved det slår mig ihjel
Går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik), men vi går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik)
Går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik), men vi går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik)
Med de slidte sko, trætte øjn' og ilden i min sjæl
Dedikeret hele mit liv, ved det slår mig ihjel
Går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik), men vi går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik)
Går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik), men vi går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik)
Fra faderens pust til livmoderen
Det bedste siges, siges uden ord

Mer Prestige Mer Pastis (translation)

In a bohemian way, I carry the boulevards
Eat couscous on Fridays with the Arabs
Berber cloak on my body, dared to say yes
Two apples, mint tea in my body, Aicha
We hear everything, but we rarely listen
Running wrong in our relationship to there a new one in the trap
Zapper for our emotions
You zap away from all the shit that could 'redeem' you
Lonely in the crowd of human ghosts
The creature scoops, festive 'cuddles
Tied by ourselves on hands and feet
Soar away to another dimension to meet me
I drove through a desert to find the water
Just to find something
Drying my thoughts sinks into the sand
Here we rest in peace, forever cursed
Drinks are expensive, divorce in the system
I love insane bitches
What's the problem?
Huh, what's the problem?
(What's the problem?)
What's the problem?
More 'prestige, more' pastis
Feels like I'm living in Paris
Takes' necessarily only the phones with percentages in the blood
Measuring mass sessions
Worn foreskin, dirty windshield in the middle of an ugly past
That makes it gentle, further conveys, forbidden thoughts about women
In a mild season no one will know by
I swim in the sand, damn it, it loves that dirt now
Chooses the hardest, sells the roughest
Milestones, pegs in the ground, in the middle of the sauce
The always sleeping giant brought to life
the box, sells your life, your invites to double
Cosmic lament that sounds hollow in the bell
Changes in shape, mindset in the middle of the storm
Looking for stars behind the farthest mountain
Feels like we're wandering all our lives
Nomads, in the icy sands of the night
Everything is so close, again this night
Nomads, in the icy sands of the night
Everything was so close so we went and we went and we went and we went
It's not little things, it's a team thing, it's everything
It's not little things, it's a team thing, it's everything
Wading through population, wading through population
I have what 'I need but I go on' (go on ')
Makes me feel like I'm suffering (standing and suffering)
With the worn shoes, tired eyes' and the fire in my soul
Dedicated my whole life, by it kills me
Goes on '(And we went and we went), but we go on' (And we went and we went)
Goes on '(And we went and we went), but we go on' (And we went and we went)
With the worn shoes, tired eyes' and the fire in my soul
Dedicated my whole life, by it kills me
Goes on '(And we went and we went), but we go on' (And we went and we went)
Goes on '(And we went and we went), but we go on' (And we went and we went)
From the father's breathing to the womb
The best is said, said without words