Sterk Naken Og Biltyvene — Sic Transit Gloria Mundi song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sic Transit Gloria Mundi" by Sterk Naken Og Biltyvene.

Lyrics

Jeg går ofte ut med mine venner
Men etter tyve år er det sjelden at vi planlegger (?)
De vakre kvinner som vi skuer
Var vi sammen med i fjor
Ellers er det bare vestkantfruer
Og etter førti tusen liter blir man lei av alkohol
Det er begrenset hvor mye moro man kan ha med en barstol
Pene jenter drikker kaprifol
Og en og annen gang i morgenrødmens skjær
Lyder jevnt den glemte lyden av timpani
Og spinkle ting vi alt for lenge har gitt faen i
Og dog et sted der inne i det grumsete dypet av vår sjel
Der lever et slags håp om en morsom kveld
Hvor vi rett og slett danser og kanskje hygger oss i hjel
Og en dag hvor de har bevist at månen er en gul ost
Da treffer jeg en jente som rett og slett liker meg
Og en og annen gang i morgenrødmens skjær
Lyder jevnt den glemte lyden av timpani
Og spinkle ting vi alltid har gitt faen i
Jeg slutter aldri å klemme tannpastatuben på midten
Og vase rundt og legge på meg på midten
Jeg er ikke alltid heldig
Tvert imot, ofte sosialt tilfeldig
Men jeg er snill mot gamle menn og barn
Selv om det ikke alltid er jeg som er faren
Det hender noen ganger at jeg våkner
Det gjør ingenting, så ofte som jeg slokner
Og dog et sted der inne i dypet av vår sjel
Der lever håpet om en morsom kveld
Hvor vi kan hygge oss i hjel
Og en og annen gang i morgenrødmens skjær
Der lyder jevnt den glemte lyden av timpani
Og spinkle ting vi alltid har gitt faen i
Jeg gir aldri opp
Selv om leveren sier stopp
Er du lei av alt
Så er det jo alltids sjømat
Og er du lei av sjømat
Så er det jo mange festlige kurs
Er du lei av det også
Så kan du jo alltids gå og legge deg
Og er du lei av det også
Så skal du få lov til å gå og henge deg

Lyrics translation

I often go out with my friends
But after twenty years it is rare that we plan (?)
The beautiful women that we see
Were we with last year
Otherwise, there are only west edge fruits
And after forty thousand liters one gets tired of alcohol
It is limited how much fun one can have with a bar stool
Pretty girls drink Honeysuckle
And one and the other time in the morning blush tincture
Smoothly sounds The Forgotten Sound of timpani
And the flimsy stuff we've been fucking in for too long
And yet somewhere there in the turbid depths of our soul
There lives a kind of hope for a fun evening
Where we simply dance and maybe enjoy ourselves to death
And one day where they have proven that the moon is a yellow cheese
Then I hit a girl who simply likes me
And one and the other time in the morning blush tincture
Smoothly sounds The Forgotten Sound of timpani
And the flimsy stuff we've always given fuck in
I never stop squeezing the tooth paste tube on the middle
And vase around and lay on me in the middle
I'm not always lucky
On the contrary, often socially random
But I'm kind to Old Men and children
Although not always I am the father
It sometimes happens that I wake up
It does nothing, as often as I extinguish
And yet somewhere in the depths of our soul
There lives the hope of a fun night
Where we can enjoy ourselves to death
And one and the other time in the morning blush tincture
There smoothly sounds The Forgotten Sound of timpani
And the flimsy stuff we've always given fuck in
I never give up
Although the liver says stop
Are you tired of everything
So is it always seafood
And are you tired of seafood
Then after all there are many festive courses
Are you tired of it too
So you can always go to bed
And are you tired of it too
Then you should be allowed to walk and hang yourself