Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mer Prestige Mer Pastis, artist - Suspekt. Album song Suspekt Worldwide, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: exclusively, S;, Universal Music (Denmark) A
Song language: Danish
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 |
(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 |