Mer Prestige Mer Pastis - Suspekt, USO, Marwan

På bohemisk vis bærer jeg boulevarderne

Spiser couscous om fredagen med araberne

Berber kappe på min krop, turde siges ja

To æbler, mynte te i min krop, Aicha

Vi hører alt, men vi lytter sjældent

Kører galt i vores forhold til der en ny i fælden

Zapper for vores følelser

Du zapper væk fra alt det shit der ku' forløs' dig

Ensom i mængden af menneskelig spøgelser

Væsnet øser, festlig' tøser

Bundet af os selv på hænder og fødder

Svæv væk til en anden dimension for at møde mig

Jeg kørte igennem en ørken for at find' vandet

Bare for at finde et eller andet

Tørlægger mine tanker synker ned i sandet

Her hviler vi i fred, forevig forbandet

Drinks er dyr, skilsmisse i systemet

Jeg elsker sindsyge kællinger

Hva' problemet?

Huh, hva' problemet?

(Hva' problemet?)

Hva' problemet?

Mer' prestige, mer' pastis

Ter mig som om, jeg lever i Paris

Tar' nødvendigvis kun telefonerne med procenter i blodet

Messende masseseancer

Slidt forhud, beskidt forrude midt i en grim fortid

Der gør det blider, videre formidler, forbudte tanker om kvinder

I en mild årstid ingen vil kendes ved

Svømmer jeg i sandet, forbandet, det elsker det smovs nu

Vælger det hårdeste, sælger det groveste

Milepæle, pløkker i jorden, midt i sovsen

Den altid sovende kæmpe vækket til live

boksen, sælger dit liv, din inviterer til dobbel

Kosmisk klagesang, der klinger hult i klokken

Ændrer på faconen, tankegangen midt i stormen

Leder efter stjerner bag det fjerneste bjerg

Føls' som vi vandre gennem hele vores liv

Nomader, i nattens iskolde sand

Alt er så tæt på, igen denne nat

Nomader, i nattens iskolde sand

Alt var så tæt på så vi gik og vi gik og vi gik og vi gik

Det ikk' småting, det' en hold-ting, det' alting

Det ikk' småting, det' en hold-ting, det' alting

Vader gennem befolkning, vader gennem befolkning

Jeg har hva' jeg skal bruge men jeg går vider' (går vider')

Gi’r mig følelsen af at jeg står og lider (står og lider)

Med de slidte sko, trætte øjn' og ilden i min sjæl

Dedikeret hele mit liv, ved det slår mig ihjel

Går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik), men vi går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik)

Går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik), men vi går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik)

Med de slidte sko, trætte øjn' og ilden i min sjæl

Dedikeret hele mit liv, ved det slår mig ihjel

Går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik), men vi går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik)

Går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik), men vi går vider' (Og vi gik og vi gik)

Fra faderens pust til livmoderen

Det bedste siges, siges uden ord

In a bohemian way, I carry the boulevards

Eat couscous on Fridays with the Arabs

Berber cloak on my body, dared to say yes

Two apples, mint tea in my body, Aicha

We hear everything, but we rarely listen

Running wrong in our relationship to there a new one in the trap

Zapper for our emotions

You zap away from all the shit that could 'redeem' you

Lonely in the crowd of human ghosts

The creature scoops, festive 'cuddles

Tied by ourselves on hands and feet

Soar away to another dimension to meet me

I drove through a desert to find the water

Just to find something

Drying my thoughts sinks into the sand

Here we rest in peace, forever cursed

Drinks are expensive, divorce in the system

I love insane bitches

What's the problem?

Huh, what's the problem?

(What's the problem?)

What's the problem?

More 'prestige, more' pastis

Feels like I'm living in Paris

Takes' necessarily only the phones with percentages in the blood

Measuring mass sessions

Worn foreskin, dirty windshield in the middle of an ugly past

That makes it gentle, further conveys, forbidden thoughts about women

In a mild season no one will know by

I swim in the sand, damn it, it loves that dirt now

Chooses the hardest, sells the roughest

Milestones, pegs in the ground, in the middle of the sauce

The always sleeping giant brought to life

the box, sells your life, your invites to double

Cosmic lament that sounds hollow in the bell

Changes in shape, mindset in the middle of the storm

Looking for stars behind the farthest mountain

Feels like we're wandering all our lives

Nomads, in the icy sands of the night

Everything is so close, again this night

Nomads, in the icy sands of the night

Everything was so close so we went and we went and we went and we went

It's not little things, it's a team thing, it's everything

It's not little things, it's a team thing, it's everything

Wading through population, wading through population

I have what 'I need but I go on' (go on ')

Makes me feel like I'm suffering (standing and suffering)

With the worn shoes, tired eyes' and the fire in my soul

Dedicated my whole life, by it kills me

Goes on '(And we went and we went), but we go on' (And we went and we went)

Goes on '(And we went and we went), but we go on' (And we went and we went)

With the worn shoes, tired eyes' and the fire in my soul

Dedicated my whole life, by it kills me

Goes on '(And we went and we went), but we go on' (And we went and we went)

Goes on '(And we went and we went), but we go on' (And we went and we went)

From the father's breathing to the womb

The best is said, said without words