Marie Key — Mere Snak - Mindre Musik song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mere Snak - Mindre Musik" by Marie Key.
Lyrics
Danmark er du min? Er du mit land?
Kan du se hvordan
Vi to når frem?
Mine længsler river alt af led
Og min drøm, min drøm går ned
Til din musik
Jeg har hørt alt for meget, lyttet for lidt
Der' en masse snak, men ingen musik
Mere snak, mindre musik
Mere snak, mindre musik
Min radio vælter, mit TV er fyldt
Med ord, der bare kører, men der' ingen musik
Mere snak, mindre musik
Tænk at du gik til den reception
Vi kan slet ikke li' ham, vi ka' slet ikk' li' de ting, han skriver
Hvorfor går du til alt det pis
Hvidvin og pjat i et sort lokale
Hvor folk de snakker om, hvordan de' blevet
Til det unikum de nu er, fuck mand
Mere snak, mindre musik
Det her går den gale vej, det her går den gale vej
Jeg har hørt alt for meget, lyttet for lidt
Der' en masse snak, men ingen musik
Mere snak, mindre musik
Mere snak, mindre musik
Min radio vælter, mit TV er fyldt
Med ord, der bare kører, men der' ingen musik
Mere snak, mindre musik
Han producerer helt vildt, nu har han endnu en bog
Og folk de elsker ham — han er manden uden låg
Han siger, han er forundret, han er næsten i chok
Over det han har skabt
Men hvor' den kvinde og hvor' den mand
Som skabe noget større, som vil redde et land
Mere snak, mindre musik
Det her går den gale vej, jeg vil med en anden vej
Lyrics translation
Denmark are you mine? Are you my country?
See how
You and I get there?
My longings are tearing everything apart
And my dream, my dream goes down
To your music
I've heard too much, listened too little
There's a lot of talk, but no music
More talk, less music
More talk, less music
My radio is tipping over, my TV is full
With words that just run, but there ' no music
More talk, less music
I can't believe you went to that reception
We don't like him at all, we don't like the things he writes
Why do you go to all this shit
White wine and nonsense in a black room
Where people they talk about how they ' become
To the unikum they now are, fuck man
More talk, less music
This is going the wrong way, this is going the wrong way
I've heard too much, listened too little
There's a lot of talk, but no music
More talk, less music
More talk, less music
My radio is tipping over, my TV is full
With words that just run, but there ' no music
More talk, less music
He's producing crazy, now he's got another book
And people they love him-he is the man without a lid
He says he's puzzled, he's almost in shock
Over what he created
But where 'that woman and where' that man
As creating something bigger that will save a country
More talk, less music
This is going the wrong way, I want to go another way