[singer A] (spoken, confused) Wait… are they speaking… or just chewing? You open your mouth and the words fall apart Like warm oatmeal straight from the heart We lean in closer, we try to pretend But after three sentences we’ve lost the thread Your own kids just nod with a empty smile They don’t learn the language for a long, long while Five years old and still guessing the sound [singer A] You’ve got grød in the mouth! Grød in the mouth! Everything comes out like it’s heading south! You’ve got grød in the mouth! Grød in the mouth! Even the subtitles just give up and walk out! [melodic transition] You light twenty candles in the middle of the day Call it “hygge” and then waste the day away Rain on the window, socks that don’t match Everything’s cosy when you never unlatch You sit in the glow of a lamp far too dim While the rest of the world is out doing things But you just smile softly and sip on your tea And whisper something no one can see [singer B] “Rögröö mæ flööö…” “Vornn har du dææ…?” “Blllrgrööøøød…” “Hüggü hüggü hüggü…” [transition] [singer A] You’ve got grød in the mouth! Grød in the mouth! Your own children need translators to figure you out! You’ve got grød in the mouth! Grød in the mouth! Keep lighting those candles… we still won’t know what you’re talking about! (soft, mocking) …dæ æ hyggli… …or at least that’s what we think you said.
