Ulf Lundell — Cobra Rax song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Cobra Rax" by Ulf Lundell.
Lyrics
Vi gjorde vad vi kunde fr att
Slippa hra stormen ryta
Men till s*** var vi tvugna
Ge oss av fr Provianten brja tryta
S vi vira in oss I dom
Klder som vi hade kvar
Och gav oss ut p jakt
Efter lyckans dar
Och vi kpte lite pulver
Fr vi mrkte snart
Att det var brttom
Och snart rusa vi omkring I city
Snutar var det jvligt gott om Men som Ron sa: Vi hade flax
Det kunde lika grna
Ha vart Cobra Rax
Vi kom till Velodromen
Fr att visa vra nya konster
Och vi var helt verens om att
Vi aldrig sett s mnskliga monster
Mefistofeles han satt och
Skaka livet ur en drink
Ett helgon satt brevid och hojta:
Trink Brderlein, trink!
Jag sa: Hr sitter vi igen
Hr sitter vi I samma satans snara
Jag menar, nn jvla telepati
Fr det vl nd love att vara
Ultraliberaler och rop om ax och max
Och jointen som gr runt
Den stinker Cobra Rax
Vi Lufsa ut I snn igen
Blodiga av rikoschetter
Jag vill g hem till Mona Lisa
Lska, lsa Petter och hans getter
Hopp ver romantiken
Hoppa ver alltihop
Du och jag och dom, sa Ron
Vi skriker samma rop
Uti skrgrn, mitt I sommarn
Dr finns sol och hav
Och vinda bryggor
Till en kunde man fly, leva gott
Allt som str en det are myggor
Ron han mumla nt om att det
Kunde vara dags
Att ntligen f I sej lite Cobra Rax
Lyrics translation
We did what we could fr to
No HRA Storm Roar
But to s* * * we were forced
Get us out of the supply well try
S we wrap ourselves in them
Klder that we had left
And went hunting
After the dar
And we kpte a little powder
Fr we missed soon
That it was brttom
And soon we'll rush around the city
Cops were really good but like Ron said: We had flax
It could just as well
Have where Cobra Rax
We came to the Velodrome
To show our new arts
And we were completely verens about that
We've never seen s many monsters
Have he
Shake the life out of a drink
A saint sat next door and shouted:
Trink Brderlein, trink!
I said: Hr are we sitting again
Hr are we in the same damn snare
I mean, NN JVLA telepathy
Fr det vl nd love to be
Ultraliberals and cries about ax and max
And the joint that gr around
It stinks Cobra Rax
We tramp out in snn again
Bloody of ricochets
I want to go home to Mona Lisa
Lska, lsa Petter and his goats
Hope for romance
Jump over all of it
You and me and them, Ron said
We shout the same cry
In the middle of summer
Dr there is sun and sea
And wind docks
To one could escape, live well
All that str en det are mosquitoes
Ron he mumble nt about it
Could be time
To finally f i sej little Cobra Rax