Siste Buss Har Gått - D.D.E.

Rundt hjrnet gikk nettopp den siste bussen

Den bussen som du skull ha tatt

Ja vesst finns det drosja, men du har itj rd

Te no’n taxi-tur no I natt

S rusle du gjennom no’n nattstille gata

Der nysn’n e ekkel og gr

Og raude og grnne menner som blinke

E einaste liv du kan sj

Og vind slit I kle’an og frosten bit

Og du lure p koffer du fltta hit

Og koffer du trives s bra nettopp her

I snn en by og snt et ver

Og mte du folk e det ingen du kjenne

Du gare for d sjl og frys

Men rett over brua og litt oppi bakkan

Der e det et vindu med lys

Du kunn nok gtt oppom, men veit dm har lagt s

Sjl om dm har lyset p

No gare du forbi, men kjem du I morra

S e det nok kaffe f

Og vind slit I kle’an og frosten bit

Og du lure p koffer du flytta hit

Og koffer du trives s bra nettopp her

I snn en by og snt et ver

Han kan nok vis tenner, den by’n som du bur I

Probleman dm e sikkert mang

Den bakken du klatre e bratt nok om natta

Og heimvei’n den e kald og lang

Men lell e det nkka som held p humret

Som styre to trtte bein:

I senga du gare te, der ligg ei og vente

Som syns du e fryktelig sein

The last bus was just round the corner

That bus that you should have taken

Yes, of course there is the taxi, but you have itj rd

Te no'n taxi trip no In the night

So you stroll through some night-quiet street

Der nysn'n e nasty and gr

And red and green men that blink

The only life you can see

And the wind wears the clothes and the frost bites

And you wonder why you flew here

And if you feel good right here

In snt a city and snt a ver

And you think people are nobody you know

You cook for d chill and freeze

But right over the bridge and a little up the hill

There is a window with light

You can probably guess, but you know what you've done

Sjl if dm has the light p

Now you're passing by, but you're coming in the morning

If there is enough coffee f

And the wind wears the clothes and the frost bites

And you wonder why you moved here

And if you feel good right here

In snt a city and snt a ver

He can probably show his teeth, the city you live in

The problems are certainly many

The hill you are climbing is steep enough at night

And the way home is cold and long

But well, it's the neck that sticks to the smile

Like steering two tired legs:

In the bed you make tea, there is one waiting

Which you think is terribly late