Ukendt Kunstner — Guld & Diamanter song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Guld & Diamanter" by Ukendt Kunstner.
Lyrics
Selvom jeg godt ved, det ikk' bliver ved
Så ved jeg nu godt, at det her det ku' blive godt nok
Selvom jeg godt ved, det ikk' bliver ved
Så ved jeg nu godt, at det her det ku blive godt nok så
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter, hvad?
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter, hvad?
Jeg har haft de hårde tider med mig
Men fik at vide, at lykken altid vender
De siger ingen ting, som jeg ikke har hørt før
Så indtil da, gør jeg lige, hvad en spiller han gør, jaaa
Jeg gør lige, hvad jeg vil
Lige hvad en ung spiller han gør, okay
Jeg siger lige, hvad jeg mener
Lige hvad en ung spiller han gør, okay
Jeg gør lige, hvad jeg vil
Lige hvad en ung spiller han gør
Og hvis jeg render ind i problemer, kigger jeg mig selv i spejlet
Spørger hvad vil en ung spiller nu gøre?
Selvom jeg godt ved, det ikk' bliver ved
Så ved jeg nu godt, at det her det ku' blive godt nok
Selvom jeg godt ved, det ikk' bliver ved
Så ved jeg nu godt, at det her det ku blive godt nok så
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter, hvad?
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter, hvad?
Ja, yo, yo
Jeg sagde mød mig her klokken otte
Hun sagde, hun bor i villa i Charlottenlund
Guderne ved, hun er en slem pige
For når hun er alene, går hun nøgen rundt
Hun er en slem pige på den gode måde
Forældrene gav hende altid gode råd
Sagde til hende, hun skulle bruge hovedet
Men hun gør stadig ting, du ikk' ville tro på
Så vi kører go' stil i en Opel
1−2-3 videre til det hotel
Hun ved, hvor jeg' fra, hun har penge fra sin far
Og sin meget rige mor ligesom Zobel
Så vi skruer lidt op for mit screw
Tænder lidt op i en juu
Hun ved, hvor hun har mig, hun starter ikk' drama
Selvom hun godt ved at hun ku'
Det-det' der svage lys fra en lyskæde
I vinduet på en grillbar
Interiør i den nye slæde
I en blindgyde som en G har
Hælervarer, det' dem, vi har
Go' stil ingen G-Star
O-overhælingsbanelivet, (danskstil, ingen vikar)
Hun ved, at hun bliver spillet som en Sega
Mega Drive eller en Amiga
Cigaretrøg fra en bodega
Serie ligesom CC i Langt fra Las Vegas, oh
Selvom jeg godt ved, det ikk' bliver ved
Så ved jeg nu godt, at det her det ku' blive godt nok
Selvom jeg godt ved, det ikk' bliver ved
Så ved jeg nu godt, at det her det ku blive godt nok så
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter, hvad?
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter
Hun vil ha' en mand, der gi’r hende guld og diamanter, hvad?
Jeg flytter til Berlin og skriver, ikk'
Du-du vil da ikke fortælle mig, at du har fundet en eller anden tysk bolle-abe
Nej altså Ronni, kan du ikke snart fatte at København og De Skrigende,
der er altså ikke verdens centrum, vel. Berlin-muren, Ronni!
Ja. Hvad er der med den?
Berlin-muren symboliserer den vestlige imperialismes dekadente forfald,
det-det der, materien flyder. Og der luderne og de fattige, de ligger bare og
dør, mens muren den bliver stående. Ved du hvad, Ronni? Jeg vil vædde med,
at den mur den står der, når vi to engang er døde. Og så taler du om en
bolle-abe. Ved du hvad?! — Du simpelthen for plat, Ronni! God bedring!
Lyrics translation
Although I know it's not going on
Then I know this could be good enough
Although I know it's not going on
Then I know this could be all right
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds, doesn't she?
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds, doesn't she?
I've had the hard times with me
But was told that happiness always turns
They don't say things I haven't heard before
So until then, I'm just doing what a player he does, yeah
I'll do whatever I want
Just what a young player he does, okay
I'll just say what I mean
Just what a young player he does, okay
I'll do whatever I want
Just what a young player he does
And if I run into trouble, I look myself in the mirror
Asking what will a young player now do?
Although I know it's not going on
Then I know this could be good enough
Although I know it's not going on
Then I know this could be all right
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds, doesn't she?
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds, doesn't she?
Yeah, yo, yo
I said Meet me here at eight
She said she lives in the villa in Charlottenlund
God knows she's a bad girl
Because when she's alone, she walks around naked
She's a bad girl the good way
The parents always gave her good advice
Told her to use her head
But she still does things you wouldn't believe
So we run go style in an Opel
1-2-3 on to the hotel
She knows where I'm from, she has money from her father
And his very rich mother like Sable
So we turn up my screw a little
Turns a little up in a juu
She knows where she has me, she doesn't start drama
Even though she knows she could
It-the ' weak light from a chain of lights
In the window of a grill bar
Interior of the new sled
In a dead end like a G has
Fence items, the ' ones we have
Go style no G-Star
O-upper heel life, (Danish style, no substitute)
She knows she's being played like a Sega
Mega Drive or an Amiga
Cigarette smoke from a bodega
Series like CC in Far From Las Vegas, oh
Although I know it's not going on
Then I know this could be good enough
Although I know it's not going on
Then I know this could be all right
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds, doesn't she?
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds
She wants a man to give her gold and diamonds, doesn't she?
I'm moving to Berlin and writing, right
You-you won't tell me you found some German bun monkey
No, Ronni, can't you believe Copenhagen and the screaming,
it's not the center of the world, is it? The Berlin Wall, Ronni!
Indeed. What about it?
The Berlin wall symbolizes the decadent decay of Western imperialism,
that-that, that matter flows. And there the whores and the poor, they just lie and
dies while the wall it stays standing. You know what, Ronni? I bet,
that that wall is there when you and I are dead. And then you talk about one
bun-monkey. You know what?! - You're too corny, Ronni! Feel better!