Natasja — Tjalala song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tjalala" by Natasja.
Lyrics
Ja ja
Han står og puffer på en smøg
I sit lette sommertøj
På Rivieraen hvor prisen den er høj (eh-eh)
Et skævt smil i hans øj'
Som han skutter sig i trøj'n
Tjekker himmelstrøget og tænker om et døgn
Der er den værste paranoia
Blot en overstået spøg
Hvis ik' Policen saboterer hans convoy
Jeg kalder ham Prinsen af Marok'
For han fylder min kop
Og han forsyner hver en ryger i min blok!
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
Han ånder lettet op
Og sender en besked
Der står: 'Så er tasken hjemme baby, så' der fed'
Jeg kalder ham Vågehalsen Frede
Og han har tjalalala med
Igennem byen til min ven der står på gaden (ya-eh)
Min brave ven han hedder Bent
Og han er rim’lig kendt
Så han tjekker landet før han knækker pladen
For Hr. Betjent han er på staden
For at falme farveladen
Men den stråler selvom staten sætter pladen op
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
Hun lukker ned for sin mail
Mens hun smiler i sin sjæl
Og tænker: 'Sejt! Jeg' sgu da lidt af en rebel'
Hun styrer hele lortet selv
Har butik og personel
Har ingen gæld og hun behøver ingen hjælp
Hun ved præcis hvad hun vil ha', ja
Og hvad hun ka' ta'
For hun blir' glad, når hun går til chachacha, ja
Hun er alenemor til to
Og hun bor i Holstebro
Og nu er det på tide med lidt fred og ro!
Så - hun sørger for at ungerne er lagt i seng
Før hun ryger sin tjalalala-lala
Hun ved det er forbudt forbrug
Og det koster mange penge
Så hun ryger sin tjalalala i smug!
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
I en lille båd, der gynger blidt i Hellerup Havn
Sidder den lille fine Frue og Hr. Ravn (eh-eh)
De drikker fint krydret vin
Med et fint krøllet navn
Mens de hygger sig med Yatsi og Palav (eh-eh)
Se hyggen den har ingen krav
Men over dig et mindre savn
For en lille tjalala ku' gøre gavn
Har man penge ka' man få'
Sådan sku' det ikke gå
For tjalala den er forbudt og svær at nå!
Men det vil Ravn snart skide højt og fuckin' helligt på
Om så han skulle få en tur bag lås og slå
Han er en god forretningsmand
Og det går over hans forstand
Hvordan at staten smider penge ud i vandet
Hvis de nu lovlig gjorde tjallen
Og tog lidt skat på ballen
Var der flere lommepenge til os alle
Tjalalala flyder over
Tjalalala flyder over
Tjalalala flyder over
Tjalalala flyder over
Tjalalala flyder over vande
Tjalala flyder mellem lande
Lyrics translation
Yeah yeah
He's puffing on a cigarette
In his light summer clothes
On the Riviera where the price it is high (eh-eh)
A wry smile in his eye'
As he shoots himself in the shirt
Checking out the sky and thinking about a day
There's the worst paranoia
Just an over and over joke
If ik'policen sabotages his convoy
I call him the Prince of Marok'
Because he's filling my cup
And he supplies every smoker in my block!
Tjalalala floating above water
Tjalala flows between countries
Tjalalala floating above water
Tjalala flows between countries
He breathes a sigh of relief
Sending a message
It says, 'the bag is home baby, so 'there Fat'
I call him the Daredevil Frede
And he brought tjalalala
Through the city to my friend standing on the street (ya-eh)
My brave friend his name is Bent
And he's known as rim's body
So he checks the country before he breaks the plate
To Mr. Officer he's in the city
To fade the color load
But it radiates even if the state sets the plate up
Tjalalala floating above water
Tjalala flows between countries
Tjalalala floating above water
Tjalala flows between countries
She shuts down her mail
While she smiles in her soul
And think, ' cool! I'm a bit of a rebel
She runs the whole shit herself
Have shop and personnel
Has no debt and she needs no help
She knows exactly what she wants, yes
And what she can do
'Cause she'll be happy when she goes to chachacha, yeah
She's a single mother of two
And she lives in Holstebro
And now it's time for some peace and quiet!
So - she makes sure the kids are put to bed
Before she smokes her tjalalala-lala
She knows it's forbidden consumption
And it costs a lot of money
So she smokes her tjalalala on the sly!
Tjalalala floating above water
Tjalala flows between countries
Tjalalala floating above water
Tjalala flows between countries
In a small boat that swings gently in Hellerup Harbor
Is the little lady and Mr. Raven (eh-eh)
They drink fine spicy wine
With a fine curly name
While enjoying themselves with Yatsi and Palav (eh-eh)
See the fun it has no requirements
But above you a minor need
For a little tjalala could do good
Do you have money to get
It shouldn't be like that
For tjalala it is forbidden and hard to reach!
But it will Raven soon fucking high and fuckin' Holy on
Even if he had to go behind bars
He's a good businessman
And it goes beyond his wits
How does the state throw money into the water
What if they made the weed legal
And took some honey on the ball
Was there any more pocket money for all of us
Tjalalala flowing over the
Tjalalala flowing over the
Tjalalala flowing over the
Tjalalala flowing over the
Tjalalala floating above water
Tjalala flows between countries