Yameeka - TrollfesT

I horisonten komt eines Insel

Trollene jubler, land er et kjært syn

Sie ankren opp skipet undt ror inn i mot land

Sie treffen ein rar man undt røyken fredspipe

Sie hatte viele rare tanken

Sie hatte viele lyst på mat

Sie hatte sans for musikk ja

Sie hatte viele latter kick

Trollene koser seg hos et fredelig folk

Trollene gerauchen joint oppå joint på joint

Sie smilen undt ler undt will haben mer mer mer

Sie surfen undt baden undt leken spenn på boks

Sie hatte viele rare tanken

Sie hatte viele lyst på mat

Sie hatte sans for musikk ja

Sie hatte viele latter kick

Men til slutt går Brakebein lei, er hatte lyst på øl kan du sei

Er riven mit sich Troll på Troll undt kasten dei ut mot skutas gulv

Helt til slutt blir alle med, og skuta seiler et annet sted

Mot nye mål und vakkert øl, hvor Troll kan lage mere bøll ja!

On the horizon comes an island

The trolls rejoice, land is a dear sight

Sie anchor up the ship und rudder inland

They meet a rare man and smoke peace pipe

She had many rare tanks

She really wanted food

She had a flair for music yes

She had a lot of laughter kick

The trolls enjoy themselves with a peaceful people

The trolls geruchen joint on top of joint on joint

They smile and smile and want to have more

They surf and bathe and play buck on the box

She had many rare tanks

She really wanted food

She had a flair for music yes

She had a lot of laughter kick

But in the end, Brakebein gets bored, if you hate beer, you can say

Er riven mit sich Troll på Troll undt kasten dei ut mot skutas gulv

In the end, everyone joins, and the ship sails somewhere else

Towards new goals and beautiful beer, where Troll can make more noise yes!