Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blot Mærke , by - VigsøRelease date: 15.11.2018
Song language: Danish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blot Mærke , by - VigsøBlot Mærke(original) |
| Du' en bad guy |
| Mørk gør du falder over stavelser |
| Du har en kæreste derhjemme |
| Men jeg ved, at du vil lave mig |
| Får mig til at knæk' som en stjern' |
| Det var dumt at drik' på tom hjern' |
| Så jeg går først hjem, når jeg er blevet ligeglad igen |
| Og når himlen ligner et blåt mærk' |
| (Ah) Kalder mig for Afrodite |
| Har ondt i halsen, og min' knæ de er beskidte (Afrodite, Afrodite) |
| Jeg ka' li' det, det' en skam at sig' det |
| barnepige uden for rækkevidde (Ta'r det hele) |
| Har ikk' trippet bedre over trappetrinet |
| Smiler ligesom appelsin, vælter |
| I et spil, hvor du får lagt alle på stribe |
| Kun datter, når du sejler over Langelinie |
| Spørg ikk', hvor’n vi endte her |
| Os to op ad sengen igen |
| Spørg ikk', hvor’n vi endte her |
| Os to op ad sengen igen |
| Jeg' højer' end min fars løn med ødelagte synsfelter |
| Og vi ku' sæt' det op i gear og overhale indenover |
| Så kom hen og sæt dig, du ka' bruge min som |
| Du si’r, du ikk' ka' li' at vær' alen' - det' du ikk' alen' med |
| Jeg' den ødelagte konfirmant, drikker på en blå mandag |
| La' mig fyld' med alt, der gi’r dig lungecancer |
| Sejler rundt, Tommelise på åkander |
| Vil sige noget klogt, mit hoved snurrer som en poledancer |
| Ved det godt — jeg bli’r aldrig din |
| Fortæl mig, hvor det brænder, la' mig hent' dig mer' benzin |
| La' dig komme for at ta' kontrollen |
| Før du trilled' som en tåre, slutter som en faderrolle |
| Naboens datter |
| Stripper på din pladesamling, danser som en diva |
| Ka' se, du bløder fra dit hoved, fra din isse |
| Jeg har ikk' shots nok til to, så hent mer' champagne og tequila |
| Det' svært at tro på en, som der taler i to tunger |
| Selvom jeg ka' se, jeg går i hovedet på dig |
| Læg dig ned, det' svært at modstå mig |
| Mens jeg tænder cigaretten med dit telefonnummer |
| Jeg ka' li' det, det' en skam at sig' det |
| Jeg ka' li' det, det' en skam at sig' det |
| Jeg ka' li' det, det' en skam at sig' det |
| Kun datter, når du sejler over Langelinie |
| Spørg ikk', hvor’n vi endte her |
| Os to op ad sengen igen |
| Spørg ikk', hvor’n vi endte her |
| Os to op ad sengen igen |
| Du si’r, du ikk' ka' li' at vær' alen' - det' du ikk' alen' med |
| Så jeg går først hjem, når jeg' blevet ligeglad igen |
| (translation) |
| You're a bad guy |
| Dark makes you fall over syllables |
| You have a partner at home |
| But I know that you will make me |
| Makes me crackin' like a star |
| It was stupid to drink on empty |
| So I don't go home until I've become indifferent again |
| And when the sky looks like a blue mark' |
| (Ah) Calling me Aphrodite |
| Got a sore throat and my knees they're dirty (Aphrodite, Aphrodite) |
| I like it, it's a shame to say it |
| nanny out of reach (Taking it all) |
| Haven't tripped better over the steps |
| Smiles like an orange, tumbles |
| In a game where you have to put everyone on the line |
| Only daughter when you sail over Langelinie |
| Don't ask where we ended up here |
| The two of us up the bed again |
| Don't ask where we ended up here |
| The two of us up the bed again |
| I'm 'higher' than my father's salary with broken fields of vision |
| And we could put it in gear and overtake inside |
| So come and have a seat, you can use mine |
| You say, you can't be alone - that you are alone with |
| I' the broken confirmant, drinking on a blue Monday |
| Let me fill you with everything that gives you lung cancer |
| Sailing around, Thumbelina on water lilies |
| Want to say something clever, my head is spinning like a pole dancer |
| Know it well — I'll never be yours |
| Tell me where it's burning, let me get you more gas |
| Let yourself come to take control |
| Before you trilled' like a tear, ends like a father role |
| The neighbor's daughter |
| Stripping on your record collection, dancing like a diva |
| Look, you're bleeding from your head, from your ice |
| I don't have enough shots for two, so get more champagne and tequila |
| It's hard to believe someone who speaks in two tongues |
| Although I can see I'm in your head |
| Lie down, it' hard to resist me |
| While I light the cigarette with your phone number |
| I like it, it's a shame to say it |
| I like it, it's a shame to say it |
| I like it, it's a shame to say it |
| Only daughter when you sail over Langelinie |
| Don't ask where we ended up here |
| The two of us up the bed again |
| Don't ask where we ended up here |
| The two of us up the bed again |
| You say, you can't be alone - that you are alone with |
| So I don't go home until I don't care anymore |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Døden Og Andre Børnelege | 2016 |
| Mørkt Forår | 2017 |
| Hende Der Slap Væk ft. Vigsø | 2017 |