Få som vet - Karpe

Få som vet - Karpe

  • Year of release: 2008
  • Language: Norwegian
  • Duration: 4:02

Below is the lyrics of the song Få som vet , artist - Karpe with translation

Lyrics " Få som vet "

Original text with translation

Få som vet

Karpe

Original text

Gata var tom, det var to

Natta var gammel, dagen er ung

Leppene åttetall, håndleddene opp mot ansiktet

Klokka var åtte om litt

Våken er våpenet mitt mot klokkeslaget

Holdt lenge fast I fastlegen min og hata SAS, dagene gikk sakte

Så kjapt

Så sakte igjen aktivitet var våpenet nå som smaken av henne satt igjen

Igjen hjemme til dagen er født på ny

Og medisineleven, jeg lever meg inn I henne

Til legen er nødt til å fly, så

Vi hadde begge paraply med

Vi var et et par før, men jeg hadde møtt et par nye

Hjertet parkert, redd hun er klar til å

Fly vekk som ett under par

Til et sted langt vekk

Der hun slipper en avis, med ansiktet mitt på

Hun sier: du har aldri klart å være saklig

Bare «Marit Larsen-bagasjen-barnslig»

For en drittlåt, du er kjip, as

Se hva du mista, vi kunne ha gifta oss

Det var da jeg bodde på Marienlyst

Smelta sammen som to stearinlys fram og tilbake som trekkspill

Var det mer enn sex, svar på tekstmeldingen min

Jeg har lært leksen min, det her er eksen din

Song translation

The street was empty, there were two

The night was old, the day is young

The lips figure eight, the wrists up to the face

It was a little after eight o'clock

The wake is my weapon against the clock

Clinging to my GP for a long time and hating SAS, the days passed slowly

So quick

So slowly again activity was the weapon now that the taste of her left

Back at home until the day is born again

And the medical student, I live into her

Until the doctor has to fly, then

We both had umbrellas with us

We were a couple before, but I had met a new couple

Heart stopped, afraid she is ready to

Fly away as one under par

To a place far away

Where she drops a newspaper, with my face on it

She says: you have never been able to be matter-of-fact

Only "Marit Larsen-luggage-childish"

What a crap song, you're crazy, ass

Look what you lost, we could have gotten married

That was when I lived at Marienlyst

Melt together like two candles front and back like an accordion

Was it more than sex, reply to my text message

I've learned my lesson, this is your ex

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