Tungtvann — Pøbla song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pøbla" by Tungtvann.
Lyrics
� har tr�kka mine egne spor/ Sia � va en neve stor/
St�tt inne f�rr det � har gjort uansett ka � gjor/
Det ekke rart at nord ikke lenger e der � bor/
Jenta og beef fra i fjor/ Folk som glana og glor/
Og spana i kor n�r � g�r ned gata/
F�rr de veit at det bli prata om m� og kamerata/
� tenk te m� sj�l: �Satan, ska det n�n gang avta?�/
Men dessverre det bli samme hakket i plata/
Klart at det e interessant � prat om ka � gj�r/
N�r du aldri har sett en skinhead med baggy jeans f�r/
� gikk p� gl�r �ville bare sett m� i en bil og kj�r/
Destinasjon s�r, med et hjerte som bl�r/
F�rr i Nordland har � alltid blitt m�tt med motgang/
Og blitt dissa av de samme som nu digga Tungtvann/
� e enda en ung mann/ Men n�r � va �ngre/
Kjentes den b�ra � har m�tta b�r mye t�ngre/
� m�tte bare ut/ � brente mange brua/
F�rr � kom m� vekk fra folk som kakla som kakadua/
Ugudelig, kanskje, men ukuelig i trua/
Nu tar de av s� lua og vil ha m� med inn i stua�
Refreng:
Han e en av dem som bli kalt p�bla
Han e et svin og verre ska han bli
Dem p�st�r at han sl�r ned gamle dama
Han der e farlig n�r han bli fri
Va det ille p� �rnes va det verre i Bod� by/
Der folk som m� hadde ry f�rr � v�r avskyelig/
Den tida vi blei nekta inngang p� restauranta/
N�r de s� de sv�re buksan v�rres trudde de vi langa/ *skrangla*
Vi var f�rrbunde med kriminalitet/
Dop, sprit, vold og generell elendighet/
Et resultat av typisk bygdementalitet/
De kunne ikke se at kulturen v�rres hadde n� kvalitet/
Og en syndebukk e n� pressa og folket treng/
S� en kameratkrets bli te en d�rlig gjeng/
Fra � skulle spre frykt te � v�r nattens konga/
Media skapte en storm, bl�ste den opp som ballonga/
Og folk har fantasi, s� � snu s�nt kan ta tid/
N�r sant skal sis si det litt om korr feil alt kan bli/
Korr langt alt kan skli/ Kordan salt kan svi/
Kordan alt som e unormalt bli kalt galt av de/
Korr mye fritid de har i Bod� sitt politi/
Som e kjent f�rr � v�r udugelig og voldelig/
Og desperat f�rr � vis at de som har kontroll e de/
Og selvf�lgelig m�tte alle dokker hold med de/ Sant?
Det vakke mange oppi nord som hadde tru p� m�/
Nu har � liksom venna/ Korr enn det e � snur p� m�/
F�r va de sur p� m�/ Nu vil de ha m� med p� fest/
Og snakka v�rt om den s***ten som f�r kun va en pest. F�rr.
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Lyrics translation
tr have tr tr kka my own tracks/ Sia va va a fist big/
St tt tt inside get it � have done whatever ka gjor makes/
It's weird that North no longer e where bor live/
The girl and beef from last year/ people like glana and glor/
And spana in unison when going down the street/
Before they know that there will be talk about m� and kamerata/
tenk think about tea: Satan Satan, will it ever diminish?�/
But unfortunately it get the same notch in the plate/
Clear that it e interesting to talk about ka gj do r/
When you've never seen a skinhead with baggy jeans before/
� went on� gl�r �would only put the m� in a car and kj�r/
Destination s�r, with a heart like Blue/
Fû rr in Nordland has alltid always been faced with adversity/
And been dissa of the same as nu digga heavy water/
e e yet another young man/ men N r r va va ng ngre/
Known the b�ra � has got to tta b r r Much t ng ngre/
m just got out / brente burned many Bridge/
Beforer come m� away from people who kakla like kakadua/
Wicked, perhaps, but indomitable in trua/
Now they take off so lua and want to enter the living room�
Chorus:
He Email one of those who be called on the scroll
He e a swine and worse ska he become
Them on stands that he slû r down old chick
He there e dangerous when he be free
Va it bad at rnes VA it worse in the storage room/
Where people who must have ry get RR v be abominable/
The time we were denied entrance at restauranta/
When they saw those very buksan V rres believed those we langa/ * skrangla*
We were getting rrbunde with crime/
Dope, booze, violence and general misery/
A result of typical rural mentality/
They could not see that the culture v R rres had now quality/
And a scapegoat e n� the press and the people need/
So a comrade Circle Be te a bad bunch/
From skulle should spread fear te v V r r The King of the night/
Media created a storm, blew it up like ballonga/
And people have imagination, so turning so nt can take time/
When true shall sis say it a little about Corr error everything can be/
Corr far anything can slip/ Kordan salt can sear/
Kordan all that e abnormally be called wrong by those/
Corr much free time they have in the storage room� their police/
As E known rr v be inept and violent/
And desperately get rr to show that those who have control e de/
And of course have to all docks hold with the / right?
The beautiful many oppi North who had tru on m�/
Now has to somehow friend/ Corr than it e � turns on m�/
Before they say at m� / Nu they will have to party/
And the talk was about the S * * * ten that gets only va a plague. Get rr.
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