Østkyst Hustlers — Fanden Ta' Det song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Fanden Ta' Det" by Østkyst Hustlers.
Lyrics
Vader rundt på fortovet, stener lidt og halvsover
Ser hvad der sker, dér, nede på Sankt Hans Torv
Stedet hvor man sidder hvis man ved at man er hammersmart
Jeg Tjeckede stedet Hva så - en gammel kammerat
Hvordan går det? Står det ordentligt til med det med konen?
Nej for Satan, psykopaten hun er syg i roen
Hun har så travlt og alt det bavl, det kan hun godt glemme
Jeg er sgu for ung til at ha unger og sidde og glo derhjemme
Men skid på det for ska du se, det ku være meget værre
Jeg har et firma og jeg siger dig, der sker ting og sager
Jeg har solgt koncepter og reklamer, haft den fede sommer
Og chek det ud, jeg har bil med klud, hold kæft det kører for mig
Det var lidt svært at se det fede i alt det crack han sagde
Jeg synes sgu ellers han var meget fed i gamle dage
Nu sad han der i skatergear som skaterdrenge går i
Lidt for panikket, lidt for skaldet, lidt for trediveårig
Og bablede op om bedre lædersæder, ting til bilen
Om kort til Nasa, hvon han styrede elevatorstilen
Hmmm… ikke så fedt, Hmmm… der sad jeg lidt
Og tænkte, Hmmm… hvad sker der for ham? Hvad er der sket
Ham her manden var en anden end ham jeg hang med som nu homies hænger
Vi var for fede, men jeg kendte ham sgu ikke længere
Jeg sagde det er godt det går dig godt, nu går jeg, du må ha det
Jeg gik derfra og tænkte: Fanden ta det
Vi var kids og vi var seje
Det var ham og det var mig
Det var 14 år tilbage
Men chek det, jeg så ham her den anden dag
For Fanden, der stod manden på den anden side af gaden, henne ved stoppestedet
Vi skiltes dengang jeg fik bistand, han fik job istedet
Jeg røg galar og han blev far, jeg har ikke set ham siden
Men vi var fede op igennem hele skoletiden
Det var dengang vi hang i Hejles begge to
Hvor der var kog på, malede tog på sporene bag ved Dybbøls Bro
Jeg tænkte, Hey, gamle homie, jeg gik hen for lige at hilse på ham
Men der var etlandet ved ham da jeg så ham
Hvad ved jeg? Hans overskæg, hans overvægt, hans tyrenakke
Eller den der skrigende blå marineblå lidt dyre jakke
Om det var skoene eller mappen, vidste jeg ikke lige
Hvad sku man snakke om? Hvad faen sku man stå og sige?
Sku vi snakke om klassefester, lejrskoler oppe i Sverige?
Om Shake og Jenka, Kaptajn Haddock og Tintin og Terry?
Sku vi snakke om hvad vi gik og lavede i den tid der er gået?
Sku jeg bare sige hej og få det overstået?
I gamle dage var det vi sagde ikke det der galt
Vi hængte ud og vi ku snakke om alt
Det ville være fedt nok, hvis det nu stadigvæk var sådan det nu var
Men som han står med det der hår er han sgu nok en nar
Og nok en anden end ham jeg hang med som nu homies hænger
Vi var for fede, men jeg kendte ham sgu ikke længere
Det var noget jeg vidste, hvorfor vidste jeg sgu ikke lige
Jeg kiggede væk og gik forbi — og tænkte: Hmmmmmmm…
Lyrics translation
Wading around the sidewalk, stoning a little and half-asleep
See what happens, there, down on Saint his square
The place where you sit if you know that you are hammersmart
I checked the place what's up-an old buddy
How you doing? Is everything okay with the wife?
No, damn it, the psychopath she's sick at rest
She's so busy and all that crap, she can forget that
I'm too fucking young to have kids and sit and stare at home
But fuck it ' cause you're gonna see it could be a lot worse
I have a company and I'm telling you, things happen
I've sold concepts and commercials, had the cool summer
And chek it out, I have car with cloth, shut up it runs for me
It was a little hard to see the fat in all the crack he said
I think he was really fat back in the day
Now he was sitting there in skater gear as skater boys go in
A little too panicked, a little too bald, a little too thirty
And babbled up about better leather seats, things for the car
Briefly to Nasa, how he managed the elevator style
Hmmm ikke not so cool, Hmmm jeg there I sat a little
And thought, Hmmm hvad what's going on with him? What happened
This man was someone other than the guy I hung with who now homies hang
We were too fat, but I didn't fucking know him anymore
I said it's good it's good for you, now I'm going, you have to have it
I walked away and thought, Damn it
We were kids and we were cool
It was him and it was me
It was 14 years back
But chek it, I saw him here the other day
Damn it, there was the man across the street at the stop
We parted when I got assistance, he got a job instead
I smoked galar and he became a father, I haven't seen him since
But we were cool all through school
That's when we were both hanging out in Hejles
Where there was Cook on, painted trains on the tracks behind Dybbøl's Bridge
I thought, Hey, old homie, I went to see him
But there was a country around him when I saw him
What do I know? His mustache, his overweight, his bull's-eye
Or that screaming blue navy blue little expensive jacket
Whether it was the shoes or the briefcase, I just did not know
What were you supposed to talk about? What the hell are you supposed to say?
Should we talk about class parties, camp schools up in Sweden?
About Shake and Jenka, Captain Haddock and Tintin and Terry?
Should we talk about what we went and did in the time that has passed?
Should I just say hi and get this over with?
In the old days we didn't say that was wrong
We hung out and we could talk about everything
It would be cool if that were still the way it was
But as he stands with that hair he's probably a dick
And probably someone other than the guy I hung with who now homies hang
We were too fat, but I didn't fucking know him anymore
It was something I knew, why didn't I just
I looked away and walked past and thought, Hmmmmmmm…