Som Vanlig - Kråkesølv

Han går ho hardt i sømman

Og ho prøva hardt å skjønn han

Mens ho går på veggan drøm han om neste vår

Fy faen han e så kronisk

I beste fall ironisk

Han tar alt han hør for god fisk

Kan noen forstå ka han tenk på

Den neste sommerdagen

Og babyen i magen

Nu kan han ikke klag mer

Ho bær på mye visdom

Men det snakka vi ikke høyt om

Og han prata bare sprøyt som vanlig

He walks hard in the seamstress

And she tried hard to understand him

While she walks on the wall he dreams of next spring

Damn he's so chronic

At best, ironic

He takes everything he hears for good fish

Can anyone understand what he is thinking

The next summer day

And the baby in the womb

Now he can not complain anymore

She carries a lot of wisdom

But we did not talk about it loudly

And he just talks squirt as usual