Humleridderne — Vennerne Ga' song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Vennerne Ga'" by Humleridderne.
Lyrics
Til byen i bus, uden bestemt, bestemmelsessted
Penge i pungen, pungen proppet, pungen med
Og et kort, der kan klodses, hvis det kniber med kassen, en baskende bytur,
hvis byen bomber med bassen
Stifinder? Nej, finder fester, en festfinder
Stedet vælges, vi har valgt, vi har en vinder
Får vi foden indenfor, får festen fart over feltet, er der tanketomme tanter
ta’r vi ølteltet
For at dulme og drikke i deres dejlige ædle drikke, hvor varme veninder,
villigt vælger at vrikke, så ser vi på sagerne mens sjatterne strømmer,
drengene drikker, drengene daffer, drengene drømmer
Vennerne ga', ga' mig håbet tilbag'
Ga' mig drømme, som jeg drømte om min nat i dag
Passer på mig selv, på pubben, parkeret i baren
Villig velvilje vises, hvor de viser varen
Mere malt og meget mere mjød, må man smage på
Er det fest jeg forlanger, er det fest jeg vil få
Unge ungmøers underliv underdrejes, det er dejlig dristig dans, det med drenge
der leges
Men hvorfor fa’en får far lam, når far vil ha' får, en ting der ikke tænkes
under 33. tår
For der får far flaske 34 fyldt op, samme sære sange synges, kommer intet nyt op
Jeg burde bryde, men baren byder bajer, står jeg 17 sjusser mere,
står jeg til en sejr
Men festen fik far her og far fik for meget, hvor meget fest han fik,
fik ingen forklaret
Nok til at tænke tåget og tale tåget tale, ta’r til Tårnby i taxa,
før jeg laver en skandale
Vennerne ga', ga' mig håbet tilbag'
Ga' mig drømme, som jeg drømte om min nat i dag
Lyrics translation
To the city by bus, without specific destination
Money in the purse, the purse stuffed, the purse with
And a card that can be clumsy if it's squinting with the box, a basking city tour,
if the city bombs with the bass
Explorer? No, finding parties, a party finder
The place is chosen, we have chosen, we have a winner
If we get our feet inside, the party gets moving across the field, there are mindless aunts
are we taking the beer tent
To soothe and drink in their lovely Noble drink, where warm girlfriends,
willingly choose to wiggle, then we look at the cases while the slush flows,
the boys are drinking, the boys are daffing, the boys are dreaming
My friends Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go.
Ga'me dreams as I dreamed of my night today
Taking care of myself, at the pub, parked at the bar
Willing benevolence is shown where they show the item
More malt and More Mead, you have to taste
Is that party I demand, is that party I want to get
Young damsel's abdomen underturns, it's nice daring dance, the thing with boys
playing
But why fa'en sheep father lamb, when dad wants sheep, a thing that is not thought
under 33. sip
For there father gets bottle 34 filled up, same strange songs are sung, nothing new comes up
I should break, but the bar offers beers, I stand 17 sjusser more,
do I stand for a victory
But the party got dad here and dad got too much, how much Party he got,
no one explained
Enough to think foggy and speak foggy speech, take to Tårnby in taxi,
before I make a scandal
My friends Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go.
Ga'me dreams as I dreamed of my night today