*** Hi and welcome to the next part of "Anchorstrome pretends to be a songwriter". English translation below. *** [Vers 1] På vägen in te Malmö Med buss hundrasjuttisju Alla sitter stilla, me huvena nere nu [Pre-chorus] Blickar tomma å låsta Allas vett som bortblåsta! [Refräng] Jaudu, dä ä tidens melodi Vi glor i skärmen, var minut, vart parti Bara sitta, stå å glo Vart fa-an e vi på väg måntro? [Vers 2] På gatan kör en Volvo Förarn messar me sin bror Ungen bak e zombie Han glor å glor å glor [Pre-chorus] Blickar tomma å låsta Allas vett som bortblåsta! [Refräng] Jaudu, dä ä tidens melodi Vi glor i skärmen, var minut, vart parti Bara sitta, stå å glo Vart fa-an e vi på väg måntro? [Vers 3] Klockan har slått åtta In på kontoret som en råtta Sätter mig vid datorn Men inte hittar jag nåra guldkorn [Pre-chorus] Blickar tomma å låsta Allas vett e bortblåsta! [Refräng] Jaudu, dä ä tidens melodi Vi glor i skärmen, var minut, vart parti Bara sitta, stå å glo Vart fa-an e vi på väg måntro? [Outro] Åååh skärmar, skärmar Dä e ni som oss fjärmar Vi sitter på bussen å svärmar Framför våra usla små skärmar Ja, fy fa-an! ---------------- [Verse 1] On the way in to Malmö By bus one hundred seventy-seven Everyone sits still, with their heads down now [Pre-chorus] Gazes empty and locked Everyone’s sense blown away! [Chorus] Yeah you, it’s the melody of the times We stare into screens, every minute, every part Just sit, stand and stare Where the hell are we heading, I wonder? [Verse 2] On the street drives a Volvo The driver’s texting with his brother The kid in back is a zombie He stares and stares and stares [Pre-chorus] Gazes empty and locked Everyone’s sense blown away! [Chorus] Yeah you, it’s the melody of the times We stare into screens, every minute, every part Just sit, stand and stare Where the hell are we heading, I wonder? [Verse 3] The clock has struck eight Into the office like a rat I sit down at the computer But no gold nuggets do I find [Pre-chorus] Gazes empty and locked Everyone’s sense blown away! [Chorus] Yeah you, it’s the melody of the times We stare into screens, every minute, every part Just sit, stand and stare Where the hell are we heading, I wonder? [Outro] Ohhh screens, screens It’s you who make us drift apart We sit on the bus and swarm In front of our lousy little screens Yeah, damn!
