Kongehuset — Sikk'en Fest, Vi Har Haft Nu Igen song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sikk'en Fest, Vi Har Haft Nu Igen" by Kongehuset.
Lyrics
Mmh… den perfekte måd at starte dagen
Naomi og Helena underholder mig i spaen
Jeg skal til at checke, om mit kvindetække dur
Da BURK BURK -jeg hørte lyden af mit vækkeur
Jeg er lam og lyset rammer som en forhammer
Tungen flammer og mit kranium, det strammer
Det som om, de bygger Rom på én dag i mit hoved
Selvom det ellers virker temlig ubeboet
Men festen igår forslår for flere år
Om vi havde det sjovt? -er der noget at diskutere, når
Det var et gilde af de vilde, der var 1000 øl på køl
Der var skår galore, der nøgenbaded i min svømmepøl
Og når jeg sir galore, så mener jeg galoooore;
Torpedobryster, lange ben og afrohåååår
Der var musik og romantik og dansegulvet, det var pakket
Der blev snakket, pir blev nakket og kom hen til mig og takked
Vi underholdt sæfølig køligt og koldt
Fra den vilde flyvepige til den lamme drukkenbolt
Men nu er festen færdig, undertegned ligeså Det er dagen derpå, og jeg kan
dårligt nok gå
Jeg løfter kroppen og står op, men blodet løber fra hodet
Der er rod i overflod, og rodet får mig til at miste modet
Er det mit hjem eller 7,5 på Richter?
Eller bød igår på nogle væbnede konflikter?
Jeg tar en tur, hvor jeg overskuer skaderne
Spaderne har selvfølgelig fedtet rundt med pladerne
Jeg hader, når de blander plader og promiller
For de plader, der ik er væk, har flere ridser end riller
Min pick-up har kørt på slip-maten hele natten
Jeg vil ta den af, men der ingenting tilbage af den
Til gengæld er der chips og Dipp i for vild en stil
På min pladespiller, mad der vil nok gør den ustabil
Men så check min Playstation, der er ik så meget player
At dømme efter lugten er den brugt som askebæger
Det ikke svært at spore, resten brugte det store
Og jeg kan alligevel ikke selv huske, hvad jeg gjorde
Så hva gøred, griner smøret, til jeg hør røret på telefonen
Det ik klartonen, men en pig, der siger: «Gi mig kanonen!»
Tændte Tina har kørt længe, og sån et nummer koster penge
Så var det derfor, Rasmus Bo lig sku ringe
Jeg lægger på, og døren åbner, det er bæben
Hun har et saligt, rigtig ubehagligt smil på læben
Så sækken må ha været ud at bolle i flæng
Men så sig mig lig, hvem er den pig, der ligger i min seng?
Nå, hva faen, det er dagen derpå, jeg tar det roligt
For festen igår var for hård, det var utroooligt
Alle pir var villig, det var brillliant
Og den blir ekstra go, når jeg får kroner for pant Jeg skal til at tømme
slatter, da jeg fatter, hva der sket
Jeg har ledt overalt, men jeg har ingen flasker set
Folk har været fulde, så de tog de tomme med
Det var derfor, det sku gå så stærkt med at komm afsted
Det OK, for få har haft en fest som vi har haft den
Ja, vi ka feste, og den næst er allerede iaften
Det blir et gilde af de vilde, der blir 1000 øl på køl
Der blir skår galore, der nøgenbader i min svømmepøl
Og når jeg sir galore, så mener jeg galoooore
Torpedobryster, lange ben og afrohåååår
Der blir musik og romantik, og dansegulvet blir pakket
Der blir snakket, pir blir nakket
Om igen
Lyrics translation
Mmh den the perfect way to start the day
Naomi and Helena entertain me at the spa
I'm about to check on my women's cover
When BURK BURK-I heard the sound of my alarm clock
I'm lame and the light hits like a sledgehammer
Tongue flames and my skull, it tightens
It's like they're building Rome in one day in my head
Although otherwise it seems temlig uninhabited
But the party yesterday proposes for several years
Did we have fun? - is there anything to discuss when
It was a feast of the savages, there were 1000 beers in the fridge
There were shards galore who naked bathed in my swimming pool
And when I sir galore, I mean galoooore;
Torpedo breasts, long legs and Afro-YYYY
There was music and romance and the dance floor, it was packed
There was talk, pir got whacked and came up to me and thanked
We entertained soapy cool and cold
From the wild flight girl to the lame drunk
But now the party is finished, sign as it is the day after, and I can
barely walk
I lift the body and get up, but the blood runs from the head
There's a mess in abundance, and the mess makes me lose heart
Is this my home or 7.5 on Richter?
Or did you bid yesterday for some armed conflict?
I'm going for a walk, looking at the damage
The Spades have of course greasy around with the plates
I hate it when they mix plates and promiller
For the plates that are not gone, has more scratches than grooves
My pick-up has been running on the slip mat all night
I'll take it off, but there's nothing left of it
In turn there are chips and Dipp in too wild a style
On my turntable, food that will probably make it unstable
But then check my Playstation, which is not FA so much player
Judging by the smell it is used as an ashtray
It's not hard to trace, the rest used it big
And I don't remember what I did anyway
So what do you do, the butter laughs, till I hear the phone on the phone
It's not the tone, but a pig who says, " Give me the cannon!»
Turned on Tina has been running for a long time, and then a number costs money
Then that's why Rasmus Bo was supposed to call
I hang up, and the door opens, it's the poop
She has a blissful, really unpleasant smile on her lip
So the bag must have been out fucking indiscriminately
But then tell me corpse, who is the pig that lies in my bed?
Well, what the hell, it's the next day, I'm taking it easy
For the party yesterday was too tough, it was incredible
All pir was willing, it was brillliant
And it gets extra go when I get crowns for mortgage I'm about to empty
slatter when I get what happened
I've looked everywhere, but I haven't seen any bottles
People have been drunk, so they brought the empty ones
That's why it had to go so fast to get off
It'S OK, too few have had a party like we've had it
Yeah, we can Party, and the next one's already tonight
It will be a feast for the savages, there will be 1000 beers in the fridge
There's gonna be galore skinny-dipping in my pool
And when I sir galore, I mean galoooore
Torpedo breasts, long legs and Afro-YYYY
There will be music and romance, and the dance floor will be packed
We'll talk, pir's gonna get whacked
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