Ukendt Kunstner — 28/46 song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "28/46" by Ukendt Kunstner.
Lyrics
Van Gogh ku' ikk' ha' malet mit vue
Fra altanen ud over min by
Folk si’r til mig jeg er syg for tiden
Men jeg føler mig på toppen som øjet på pyramiden
Jeg ruller ind til siden, hun spørg' mig: «Er der plads?»
Jeg sir': «Masser' plads» — Hun ler som var jeg lattergas (Jaerh)
Hendes snakken gi’r mig masser' stress
Men snart ligger hun lige som et vatterpas
Lyserøde skyer fra min søde blunt
Beskidte ord fra hendes røde mund
Krokodille-tårer fra hendes blå øjne
Hvis det stod til mig, ja, så lå vi nøgne (Jaerh, jaerh)
På toppen dér hvor sneen daler
Ingen smalle steder, nej der' ingen kvaler
Hun spørg', hvor jeg vil hen i så sen en alder
For hun vil gern' i byen, hun si’r sneen kalder
Hun vil i byen eller ha' de nye stiletter
Eller syge billetter til et fly, der letter (Jaerh)
Hun ved godt, jeg har mang' peng'
Så hun slænger sig i slangeskind
Det' da lettere bizart, at jeg kender hend’s far
Men ingen anelse har om hvor jeg kender hend' fra
Jeg tænder cigaren, hun si’r, hun har venner i baren
De knokler sikkert rigtig hårdt for de penge, de har
For jeg' for ung og dum til at vælge for mig selv
For gammel og for grå til at slå tiden ihjel
Vi gør, hvad hun vil
Vi gør, hvad end hun vil
Hun er så tæt på at nå mig
Men så langt fra sin målstreg
Vi gør, hvad hun vil
Vi gør, hvad end hun vi-i-i-i-il
Så jeg si’r bare: 28/46, 28/46 (Så jeg si’r bare)
28/46 (jaerh), orh, orh (Så jeg sir' bare)
28/46 (jaerh), 28/46 (Så jeg si’r bare)
28/46, orh, orh
Yeah, hun starter drama over telefon'
Jeg lægger på - gider ikk' at snak' med nogen
Hun råbte «Y.O.L.O» — jeg ved ikk', hvad hun mener
Hun laver altid scener, men det lort det ta’r vi sener'
For hvis hun har problemer
Kan hun ringe 8−8-8−8-8−8-8−8 — snak' med Peter
Gider ikk' hendes pis, gider ikk' hendes lort
Alt det dér lort, det ka' hun fortæl' til sin far og mor
Skride hjem til hvor hun bor
Jeg holder hend' i kort snor
Gider ikk' hendes pis, gider ikk' hendes lort
Alt det dér lort, det ka' hun fortæl' til sin far og mor
Diamanter, rubiner, et hof fuld af konkubiner
Guldbarer i dusiner, lange hvide limousiner
Jeg ved ikk', hva' hun ligner — hun har udspilled' pupiller
Hun poserer som en huskat, men hun er egentlig en tiger
Ældre her' - ny Moncler, gammel G — ikk' nogen grønært
Jeg' en spiller — der ikk' noget dér, ho’s vil gern' vide, hvem jeg er
Diamant i min frimurer-ring, havudsigt, ta' og se dig omkring
Folk, der gern' vil sagsøge chefen, snakker højt, men de si’r ingenting, a-ha
For jeg' for ung og dum til at vælge for mig selv
For gammel og for grå til at slå tiden ihjel
Vi gør, hvad hun vil
Vi gør, hvad end hun vil
Hun er så tæt på at nå mig
Men så langt fra sin målstreg
Vi gør, hvad hun vil
Vi gør, hvad end hun vi-i-i-i-il
Så jeg si’r bare: 28/46, 28/46 (Så jeg si’r bare)
28/46 (jaerh), orh, orh (Så jeg sir' bare)
28/46 (jaerh), 28/46 (Så jeg si’r bare)
28/46, orh, orh
Lyrics translation
Van Gogh couldn't have painted my vue
From the balcony beyond my city
People are telling me I'm sick these days
But I feel on top like the eye on the pyramid
I roll over to the side, she ask 'me:" is there room?»
I sir': "lots' space — - she laughs like I was laughing gas (Jaerh)
Her talk gives me a lot of stress
But soon she'll be like a cotton passport
Pink clouds from my sweet blunt
Dirty words from her red mouth
Crocodile-tears from her blue eyes
If it stood to me, yes, then we lay naked (Jaerh, jaerh)
On top where the snow falls
No narrow places, no ' no anguish
She ask ' where I want to go at such a late age
'Cause she wants to be in town, she says the snow is calling
She wants to go out or have the new stilettos
Or sick tickets for a plane that takes off (Jaerh)
She knows I have mang'peng'
So she's wearing snake skin
It's a bit bizarre that I know hend's father
But I have no idea where I know hend ' fra
I turn on the cigar, she says she has friends at the bar
I'm sure they're working really hard for the money they have
For I'm too young and stupid to choose for myself
Too old and too Gray to kill time
We do what she wants
We'll do whatever she wants
She's so close to reaching me
But so far from its finish line
We do what she wants
We'll do whatever she wants
So I just say: 28/46 ,28/46 (so I just say)
28/46 (jaerh), orh, orh (so I sir' just)
28/46 (jaerh), 28/46 (so I just say)
28/46, orh, orh
Yeah, she starts drama over phone'
I hang up - don't want to talk to anyone
She yelled " Y.O.L.O " — I don't know what she means
She's always doing scenes, but that shit that takes us through'
Because if she's in trouble
Can she call 8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-talk' with Peter
Don't want her shit, don't want her shit
All that shit, she can tell her dad and mom
Go back to where she lives
I'm on a short leash
Don't want her shit, don't want her shit
All that shit, she can tell her dad and mom
Diamonds, rubies, a court full of concubines
Gold bars in dozens, long white limousines
I don't know what she looks like-she's been playing pupils
She poses like a domestic cat, but she's really a tiger
Older here ' - New Moncler, old G-no green peas
I'm a player — there's nothing there, ho's gonna want to know who I am
Diamond in my Freemason ring, sea view, take a look around
People who want to sue the boss talk loudly, but they say nothing, a-ha
For I'm too young and stupid to choose for myself
Too old and too Gray to kill time
We do what she wants
We'll do whatever she wants
She's so close to reaching me
But so far from its finish line
We do what she wants
We'll do whatever she wants
So I just say: 28/46 ,28/46 (so I just say)
28/46 (jaerh), orh, orh (so I sir' just)
28/46 (jaerh), 28/46 (so I just say)
28/46, orh, orh