@Snoori NDC COLLABORATION Each person write a verse in his/hers own language. When the verses are written, each person make their own song adding chorus, intro, outro, hook etc. In this case we wrote every verse in a Scandinavian language Full playlist here (starting with song #10) : https://suno.com/playlist/481d2bb5-9004-448d-a34d-21925d6b9771 ⛰️❄️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ 🎵 NDC – NORDIC DISCORD CHALLENGE 🎵 The Scandinavian home for Suno creators & genre play ✨ Join us on Discord, create with us, challenge yourself! Open for all from 🇩🇰 🇸🇪 🇳🇴 🇫🇮 🇮🇸 🇬🇱 🇫🇴 🇦🇽 ⛰️❄️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ © [2025] @Snoori, All rights reserved for lyrics and song. The lyrics also belong to @JAG,@F1sk, @nethunt and #ByDOT🔥. Verse 1 → Danish #ByDOT🔥 https://suno.com/s/7pzLoZN2kmVgZdM8 Verse 2 → Swedish: @JAG Verse 3 → Norwegian: @F1sk, Verse 4 → Finnish: @nethunt Verse 5 → Icelandic: @Snoori https://suno.com/s/rHnj4scsJKpV2Kbd ______________________________________________________________ Song: "Five More Minutes" [Intro - English] Let me sleep - Five more minutes Let me sleep - Five more minutes [🇩🇰 Verse 1 – #ByDOT🔥 (Danish)] Jeg prøver at glemme dagen, på min helt egen måde. Men morgendagen venter stadig — helt uden nåde. Når lyset dør omkring mig, og skyggerne mister gru. I søvnen finder jeg ro… så lad mig blive her lidt endnu. [Chorus – English] I trade reality for rest, my currency is dreams Where the silence is perfection and nothing ever screams The numbness starts to fade, I am counting sheep, I'm praying for just five more minutes of sleep. In the darkness, I can finally speak without a stammer No longer calculating a rhythm or the perfect grammar Into my daytime narrative, the masks that I must wear To convince the populous that I actually care [🇸🇪 Verse 2 – Jag (Swedish)] Jag går runt som förblindad, varje dag är samma visa. Ljuset skär som monstertänder; nattens skydd min enda lisa. När elden falnar inom mig, då somnar jag tungt, till slut. I sömnen finner jag ro… så låt mig sova natten ut. [🇳🇴 Verse 3 – F1sk (Norwegian)] Jeg går gjennom dagene, tom under huden. Tankene brenner, men ordene er frosne i munnen. Når alt her blir tyngre, og lyset gir slipp, er natten min trøst — der jeg endelig får puste litt. I drømmene finner jeg ro… et øyeblikk fri fra alt bråk, så la meg bli her, i mørket — før dagen tar meg igjen ved et tak. [Chorus – English] I trade reality for rest, my currency is dreams Where the silence is perfection and nothing ever screams The numbness starts to fade, I am counting sheep I'm praying for just five more minutes of sleep In the darkness, I can finally speak without a stammer No longer calculating a rhythm or the perfect grammar Into my daytime narrative, the masks that I must wear To convince the populous that I actually care [🇫🇮 Verse 4 – nethunt (Finnish)] Päivisin on aika raskaiden, roolien ja maskien iltaisin ne kevyesti riisuen, ja laatikkoon laskien Yö antaa vapauden, ajatukseni harhaillen ja uneksien Kohti huomista tarpoen, ja sen taas kerran kestäen [🇮🇸 Verse 5 – Snoori (Icelandic)] Ég er deyfður og daufur, vantar alla tilfinningu Bara fylgja flæðinu, án nokkurrar vitneskju. Ég anda loksins, þegar ég loka augunum Í svefni finn ég frið, leitandi að norðurljósunum. Hví er ljósið svona ógnandi? Hví finnst mér ég vera fastur? Bara nokkrar klukkustundir þar til ég vakna aftur. [Final Chorus – English] I trade reality for rest, my currency is dreams Where the silence is perfection and nothing ever screams The numbness starts to fade, I am counting sheep I'm praying for just five more minutes of sleep In the darkness, I can finally speak without a stammer No longer calculating a rhythm or the perfect grammar Into my daytime narrative, the masks that I must wear To convince the populous that I actually care I trade reality for rest, my currency is dreams Where the silence is perfection and nothing ever screams The numbness starts to fade, I am counting sheep I'm praying for just five more minutes of sleep In the darkness, I can finally speak without a stammer No longer calculating a rhythm or the perfect grammar Into my daytime narrative, the masks that I must wear To convince the populous that I actually care
