Humleridderne — 2. Sal MF song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "2. Sal MF" by Humleridderne.
Lyrics
Jeg ta’r mig til hovedet og knalder næven i puden
Som en prut i et glas ymer, ingen klirren i ruden
Det vage slag sender ingen chokbølger
Har ingen konsekvenser og slet ingen følger
Jeg hører nærmest smældet fra de røde faner
På 2. Sal mf bli’r der nu lagt planer
Men selv med grønne fingre, får man ingen plæner store
Når man taler kancelli og bruger metaforer
Som kagen den er stor nok, men for mange fingre i den
Gør at ingen vil æde og ingen kan li' den
Så nu' der store huller dér hvor fingrene de sad
Der var kage på deres fingre, før den kom på fad
Når de den så var tiltænkt endelig får deres kage
Er kun snudeskaftet fra en sukkermus tilbage
Og dem der stjal det hele syntes at stykket sku' vær' mindre —
Tanker fra et oprør 2. Sal MF
Tanker fra et oprør
Tanker fra et oprør 2. Sal MF
Men husk på at kagen blev lavet med kærlighed
Så se stort på at det blev uden ærlighed
Det' en ældgammel opskrift der gav kagen form
Og lag på lag på lag på lag gjorde den helt enorm
I 50 år og mere har kokke hørt sukkene
Fra de bær der blev tabt på gulvet blot for at mugne
Og den gamle creme der gav kagen smag
Den bli’r hældt i kasser, før den bli’r brændt af
Så nu kan den gamle kage snart ikke mere
Én finger til og så vil den eksplodere
Og hvad har alt for mange kokke så slidt for —
Tanker fra et oprør 2. Sal MF
Tanker fra et oprør
Tanker fra et oprør 2. Sal MF
Lyrics translation
I'll take my head and bang my fist in the pillow
Like a fart in a glass of ymer, no clinking in the window
The vague Blow does not send any shock waves
Has no consequences and no consequences at all
I almost hear slammed from the red tabs
On 2. Sal mf plans are now being made
But even with green fingers, you get no lawns big
When you speak chancellery and use metaphors
Like the cake it's big enough, but too many fingers in it
Make sure no one wants to eat and no one likes it
So now there are big holes where the fingers they sat
There was cake on their fingers before it came on platter
When they were meant to finally get their cake
Is only the snout shaft from a sugar mouse left
And those who stole it all seemed like the play should be less —
Thoughts from a rebellion 2. Sal MF
Thoughts from a riot
Thoughts from a rebellion 2. Sal MF
But keep in mind that the cake was made with love
So look big on that it became without honesty
It's an ancient recipe that gave the cake shape
And layer on layer on layer on layer made it absolutely huge
For 50 years and more cooks have heard the sighs
From the berries that were lost on the floor simply to moldy
And the old cream that gave the cake flavor
It's poured into boxes before it's burned off
So now the old cake can soon no more
One more finger and it'll explode
And what have too many cooks so worn out for —
Thoughts from a rebellion 2. Sal MF
Thoughts from a riot
Thoughts from a rebellion 2. Sal MF