Voldelig lyd - Honningbarna

Voldelige tider, voldelige lyder

Sipper juice fra forbudte frukter

Tenker 'ke som æ sier

Lunta lukter, men en blir vandt

Æ kunne smelt snart, men jeg er oppdratt

Varmt i glørene, høflig hat

Voldelig lyd, voldelig tid

Og ingenting har snakka til mæ (voldelig)

Voldelig lyd, voldelig tid

Ingenting har snakka til mæ

Folkene snakker som ingenting har skjedd

Men idealene fikk aldri apekatten ut av meg

Føler 'ke, som de sier

Drømmer 'ke, som jeg skal

For de drømmene var aldri mine

Æ vil ikke elske og holde hånd

Voldelig lyd, voldelig tid

Ingenting har snakka til mæ (voldelig)

Voldelig lyd, voldelig tid

Ingenting har snakka til mæ (voldelig)

Voldelig lyd, voldelig tid

Ingenting har snakka til mæ (voldelig)

Voldelig lyd, voldelig tid

Voldelig lyd, voldelig tid

Ho vil ha voldelig lyd, han vil ha voldelig lyd

Vi vil ha voldelig lyd (voldelig lyd, voldelig tid)

For det e ingenting annet som snakkar til mæ

Violent times, violent sounds

Sipping juice from forbidden fruits

Think 'ke as æ say

Lunta smells, but one gets used to it

I could melt soon, but I've been raised

Warm in the embers, polite hatred

Violent sound, violent time

And nothing has spoken to me (violently)

Violent sound, violent time

Nothing has spoken to me

People talk like nothing has happened

But the ideals never got the monkey out of me

Feel 'ke, as they say

Dreaming 'ke, as I should

For those dreams were never mine

Æ will not love and hold hands

Violent sound, violent time

Nothing has spoken to me (violent)

Violent sound, violent time

Nothing has spoken to me (violent)

Violent sound, violent time

Nothing has spoken to me (violent)

Violent sound, violent time

Violent sound, violent time

She wants violent sound, he wants violent sound

We want violent sound (violent sound, violent time)

For there is nothing else that speaks to me