See the other entry for this song for a more accurate translation. . . :)
azkm EDIT: translations go in the comments and you should never make a duplicate lyric page. here is oranges' translation:
<b>ENGLISH: (This translation is not word-for-word literal, it adapts the many Swedish colloquialisms in the song into their English counterparts...as closely as I could, anyway!)</b>
Say something kind and win back the love you lost in drunkeness
You are beautiful; quench my thirst with those rose lips, pipe, or pilsner
I wake up on a Monday in April, on a normal day
You're playing with the lighter, oh oh, a buffet, taking a cigarette breakfast
You are too good for me, but I still want you
I don't look after you, and I realise I must
but I want to know how
You are too good for me, they say that's how it goes
Sometimes I think so, too, so it's my fault
They will know I'm serious when I say you're my girlfriend
Nowadays I can't love anyone but you, spider
Your web is so sticky, oh oh, a buffet, and then it gets rained on
I wake up on a Monday in April, on a normal day
Your backside is bare
You are too good for me, but I still want you
I don't look after you, and I realise I must
but I want to know how
You are too good for me, they say that's how it goes
Sometimes I think so, too, so it's my fault
See the other entry for this song for a more accurate translation. . . :)
azkm EDIT: translations go in the comments and you should never make a duplicate lyric page. here is oranges' translation:
<b>ENGLISH: (This translation is not word-for-word literal, it adapts the many Swedish colloquialisms in the song into their English counterparts...as closely as I could, anyway!)</b>
Say something kind and win back the love you lost in drunkeness You are beautiful; quench my thirst with those rose lips, pipe, or pilsner I wake up on a Monday in April, on a normal day You're playing with the lighter, oh oh, a buffet, taking a cigarette breakfast
You are too good for me, but I still want you I don't look after you, and I realise I must but I want to know how You are too good for me, they say that's how it goes Sometimes I think so, too, so it's my fault
They will know I'm serious when I say you're my girlfriend Nowadays I can't love anyone but you, spider Your web is so sticky, oh oh, a buffet, and then it gets rained on I wake up on a Monday in April, on a normal day Your backside is bare
You are too good for me, but I still want you I don't look after you, and I realise I must but I want to know how You are too good for me, they say that's how it goes Sometimes I think so, too, so it's my fault