Fela Igjen [English translation]

One and two and three and four,

and one and two and three and four.

And one and two and three and four,

and one and two and three and four.

Love makes one blind

until the fiddle breaks.

Old notes are played

by a new man,

It's a though blow for any fiddler,

both scrawny and elegant.

Standing squeezing pimples,

flexing mini muscles,

in the mirror.

Can't go wrong

with that kind of charm, there

as if hundred kroner bills were raining.

On the hunt for a beard and a mustache,

should have brought a map for this quest.

Zero discoveries,

yet he shaves until his chin is sore.

A last check on the hair,

before he stumbles out the door.

To late for the tram,

as he is rushing trough the mud.

His forehead is flowing, sweat in his hands

armpits are drooling

lactic acid quivering

Please don't let the legs falter now.

Finally there,

totally soaked,

with his wallet forgotten.

He immediately gets the feeling,

that this won't happen again.

She started to flirt with more handsome men.

So I trated away that cow

and got the fiddle back again.

So now there will be no shortage

of women and money.

because he traded away that cow,

and got the fiddle back again.

One and two and three and four,

and one and two and three and four.

And one and two and three and four,

and one and two and three and four.

Permeated by convience,

naturally there is some acquintance

with these stereotypical girls.

But trouble with money is impeding,

the selection of ingredients for this evening.

As a result,

making the consequence quite onforgettable.

So despicable, during prime time.

In what he spends,

before the lights go out tonight.

But even armed with his own love potion,

Coca Cola,

quite a daylight robbery.

But a bachelor like him has to

keep his head cool

and hope to win her over,

by singing her a song

But nothing is going to happen,

because of his lack of money

and good provisions.

So she slips away to the bathroom with a braver man.

One who even walks around with his bank card.

Alexander was not interesting enough

for this lady's elegant manhunt.

What a melodramatic plot

beaten by his own paradox.

But luckily there are tons of lists,

of these eternal optimists.

Because life is like a violin

with the need of a violinist

She started to flirt with richer men.

So I trated away that cow

and got the fiddle back again.

So now there will be no shortage

of women and money.

because he traded away that cow,

and got the fiddle back again.

*shouting*

Okay, plan B

all good things are three.

Now he's both rich and handsome,

but even that doesn't seem to help.

You have to create your own happiness,

because the destiny will never let you rest.

Now that you have reached the top,

it can only go down from here.

The fiddle has gotten a different sound

after hitting the same wall, over and over again.

The way to succes can often feel unnecessary long.

And when good advice is so costly to come by,

one can call it handy to have steep pockets.

Wise trough injury, one learns from the past.

And takes a new shot at love.

I brought the prettiest girl to a party,

and invited a friend to tag along to do a little test.

The two of them left to talk in private.

I just thought they went for a brief chat.

Five minutes quickley turned to ten.

He got impatient,

Had his best friend hit it off?

The curiosity leads him to the place,

he had seen them walk by.

What met him behind the door,

made him want to cry.

because right here on the floor,

he found his two closest making out.

I saw her make out with my best friend.

So I traded away that cow,

and got the fiddle back again.

So now there will be no shortage

of women and money.

because he traded away that cow,

and got the fiddle back again.

One and two and three and four,

and one and two and three and four.

And one and two and three and four,

and one and two and three and four.

So now there will be no shortage

of women and money.

because he traded away that cow,

and got the fiddle back again.