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Translated by me, I know it’s not perfect but it’s so that you can understand what it’s about even though you don’t understand Swedish

That your teenage daughter came home drunk last month is a thing you often curse How could she be that audacious and empty your liquor cabinet Are you already too old to remember

Smedsudden by Riddarfjärden We sat there every Saturday night And warmed up with slaid and silver rum You and I against the world It was clear that when we grew up We would never be like them

Now you go crazy over a star on a tooth And you condemn the music she likes That she tattooed a butterfly on her hand Say, have you already managed to forget how it was

Smedsudden by Riddarfjärden We sat there every Saturday night And warmed up with slaid and silver rum You and I against the world It was clear that when we grew up We would never be like them

It’s obvious that you change until you pass away But I still feel that it wasn’t that long ago You and I wore make-up among “svennarna” (ethnical Swedish people) So that all of the middle-aged hags lashed out Me in pink lack (PVC) and you in Indigo turban You can’t mean that the time has erased it

Smedsudden by Riddarfjärden We sat there every Saturday night And warmed up with slaid and silver rum You and I against the world

Wooooooooooooh We would never be like them

Be like them

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Jag skiter by Magnus Uggla English translation “I Don’t Give a Shit”

Jerry, think about your future

Jerry, think about how you want to turn out

Jerry, think about your reputation

Jerry, think about your life

Jerry, you’re doing well in school, right?

Jerry, you’re almost grown up

Jerry, listen to your mother

If you’re gonna be like your brother

And I don’t give a shit about the teacher and I don’t give a shit about the principal

And I don’t give a shit about whatever they put in my head

And I don’t give a shit about physics and I don’t give a shit about mathematics

I don’t give a shit about any other damn technology

And I don’t give a shit about my mother and I don’t give a shit about my father

They say I don’t give a shit about anything, but I don’t give a shit about that

So I’m getting out of here

You should play it more roughly

No, it’s supposed to be like this

You should play it more roughly

No, it should be beautiful

Everybody just talks

About how they want me to be

They’re all gay, anyway

I’m thinking of leaving

And I don’t give a shit about the politics and I don’t give a shit about the criticism

And I don’t give a shit about the rotten stench of commercialism

And I don’t give a shit about old men and I don’t give a shit about old hags

As a rock artist I’ll always remain broke either way

Yes, I don’t give a shit about the adult world

Because I’m not gonna become some human machine

So I’m thinking of leaving

Leaving this city

Leaving this fucking city

Leaving this city

#magnus uggla #translated #lyric translation #va ska man ta livet av sig för när man ändå inte får höra snacket efteråt #1977

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Balladen om 70-talets största rockband by Magnus Uggla English translation “The Ballad of the Greatest Rock Band of the ‘70s”

At Kåren 1971, my friend brought me one day

We were going to check out a cool band, which we were told was going to be really good

And a few minutes after the band had started

Yes, the whole place was swinging, and everyone sang along to their song

Oh, what an experience, what a wonderful experience

Oh, what an experience, what a god damned experience!

What an experience

What a wonderful experience

And after half the concert, the music quieted down

And a singer wearing dark sunglasses sat down at the piano

It was the best I had ever heard, when the voice cut through the dark

Yes, my entire body was shaking, I can’t tell you what it was

I’ll try to put it into words, but I think it must be witnessed

But that kind of music doesn’t exist today, and it probably never will again

Oh, what an experience, what a wonderful experience

Oh, what an experience, what a god damned experience!

What an experience

What a wonderful experience

When I left that place, there was a voice in my heart that said

That singer with the big frizzy hair might as well be me

And now when I stand on stage, I remember every time

When the singer with the broken voice sang: “When my mind’s gone”

Oh, what an experience, what a wonderful experience

Oh, what an experience, what a god damned experience!

Oh, what an experience, what a wonderful experience

Oh, what an experience, what a god damned experience!

What an experience

What a wonderful experience

#last one for today. jk theres one more #Fun fact! this song is about a Mott the Hoople concert Uggla went to #magnus uggla #va ska man ta livet av sig för när man ändå inte får höra snacket efteråt #translated #lyric translation #1977

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bobboviking · 2 years

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Varning på stan by Magnus Uggla English translation “Watch Out in Town”

Watch out in town because now the ones who have kept it up all day are coming

We’re gonna drink and fight and pick up babes of course, it’s the fun in town

And we’re drunk as fuck, wow wow wow

And we walk into a bar and I go up to a chick and say

“Do you want to be with me?”

But she turns away

So I hurry quickly to pick up another girl

“I love you, do you want to be with me?”

And I said, “come, come, come, let’s go to my place

“We’ll talk and hug and drink tea at my place”

She came back home with me

And then thank you and goodbye, next girl!

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go into town

And in town, we give it our all and we don’t stop for anything

For us, picking up babes has become a sport

And I wake up in the morning and the corpse is still there, she’s lying next to me

So I tell the thing about squash, she falls for it of course

And then I’m rid of the bird next to me

Then it’s just my headache left

And then I ping Jerry and hey what’s up

And how did it go last night?

Yeah I got a chick and she was pretty as hell, she was a photographer’s model

How did you get her to your place? It was easy

And I said, “come, come, come, let’s go to my place

“We’ll talk and hug and drink tea at my place”

She came back home with me

And then thank you and goodbye

I’m never gonna get married!

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go into town

And in town, we give it our all and we don’t stop for anything

For us, picking up babes has become a sport

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go into town

And in town, we give it our all and we don’t stop for anything

For us, picking up babes has become a sport

#Not sure about this one girls.#magnus uggla #translated #lyric translation #va ska man ta livet av sig för när man ändå inte får höra snacket efteråt #1977

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Vår tid 1977 by Magnus Uggla English translation “Our Time 1977”

Our time, our time, our time, our time, our time, our time, our time, our time!

Nineteen seventy-seven!

It’s urgent now, give it your all now

Because soon we’ll be sitting there, and then it’s over

Yes, in time we’ll be sitting there, with wife and child

And then it’s over, yeah then it’s really over

We have our time now, our time now

Nineteen seventy-seven

We have our time now, our time now

Nineteen seventy-seven

It’s urgent now, we have to live now

Because soon it will be too late, yeah, by then it’s far too late

What is rotten nostalgia compared to our time now

Now when we’re free, free, free, free, free, free, free, free, free, free, free

We have our time now, our time now

Nineteen seventy-seven

We have our time now, our time now

Nineteen seventy-seven

The whole gang is out on the town, we are being crude and lousy

We don’t give a shit, we keep going for as long as we can

Because now it’s summer, but soon it will be fall

And by then it won’t be of any consolation to be sad over lost time

It’s urgent now, give it your all now

Because soon it will be over, and then it’s over

Time goes by so fucking quickly, it goes so damn quickly

And then it’s over, then it’s really over

We have our time now, our time now

Nineteen seventy-seven

We have our time now, our time now

Nineteen seventy-seven

We have our time now, our time now

Nineteen seventy-seven

We have our time now, our time now

Nineteen seventy-seven

We have our time now, our time now

#magnus uggla #translated #lyric translation #va ska man ta livet av sig för när man ändå inte får höra snacket efteråt #1977

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bobboviking · 2 years

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Jag vill inte gå hit by Magnus Uggla English translation "I Don't Want to Be Here"

So we'll just be sitting in here all day

In this goddamned washed out room

And just stare at the clock

Waiting for the day to end

When outside the sun is shining brightly

And there's just a sliver of sunshine in here

We're just gonna sit down and shut up

And listen to this teacher prattle on about geography?

I think I'll leave now

I'll leave this be now

Life is a blast outside these walls

I want to be there and not here

I don't want to be here

I don't want to be here anymore

I don't want to be here

And so one day they're calling the psychologist

They want to find out what kind of person I really am

On some paper you have to answer questions

That say if you're stupid or if you're an idiot

But if I love everything in life

And can't care less about the rules

Why should I on some paper answer questions

That say if I'm stupid or if I'm an idiot?

I think I'll leave now

I'll leave this be now

Life is a blast outside these walls

I want to be there and not here

I don't want to be here

I don't want to be here anymore

I don't want to be here

#awesome #magnus uggla #translated #lyrics #vittring #lyric translation

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Astrologen by Magnus Uggla English translation "The Astrologer"

[Verse 1]

So you're a gemini, I knew it

I saw it almost immediately

Controlled by the sun and Mars I can see

We're practically already related

You're a forward person

Who has high ambition

A happy future the astrologer predicts

Wherever you may turn

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You're the most beautiful I've met

Not insincere and fake like others

You have awoken what I thought was dead

And when you have me, when I take you

Your hungry body finds peace

Beyond all space and time

Then you're the loveliest I've met

[Verse 2]

And now they're sitting and writing poems

Drinking red wine every night

Solving all worldly problems

And love to the poet Sundell

Must people fight?

Can't let it happen to us

One has to think clearly and be positive

Realize yourself and your life

[Chorus 2]

You're the most beautiful I've met

Not tough and cold and rough like others

You've awoken what I thought was dead

And when I have you, when you take me

My hungry body finds peace

Beyond all space and time

Then you're the loveliest I've met

[Verse 3]

I've moved on to numerology

And calculated our romance

We create a dangerous chemistry

Without a shadow of a chance

It says you're stable

That I am precarious

A dark future the numerologist predicts

If we don't part ways

[Chorus 3]

You're the most beautiful I've met

Not insincere and fake like others

You've awoken what I thought was dead

And although it hurts and I suffer

It's for the best that we break our bond

And don't defy the hand of fate

But you're the loveliest I've met

You're the most beautiful I've met

Not insincere and fake like others

You've awoken what I thought was dead

Yes, you're the loveliest I've met

#does this make sense.#magnus uggla #astrologen #lyrics #lyric translation #translated #love songs #välkommen till folkhemmet #Please suggest changes if anything is wrong or weird Thanks

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bobboviking · 2 years

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A faggy Magnus Uggla talks about half a kilo apples English translation

Uggla: Ohh shit, some juice.

Interviewer 1: What’s up?

U: Sup.

1: You’re really good, that’s indisputable.

U: [Tosses bottle cap on the floor]

1: But, the lyrics… Your–

U: What lyrics?

Interviewer 2: Yeah, that’s exactly it, right?

1: You–

U: Damn good apples actually. Ate half a kilo today. They’re so sweet.

1: You’ve been called—after this third album—a lux fool, cynical sluggard–

U: Yeah, one magazine called me that!

1: Who harbors contempt for humans and contempt for women.

U: Yeah, you could say that.

1: How does it feel to exclude yourself like that?

U: I’m not excluding myself at all, it’s about people out in the city.

1: Your friends?

U: Yeah, my friends. Tengen for example. He’s lying back there sleeping now, but he’s usually out running around town. He was probably out and he looks a bit down. Yeah, in any case–

1: But do you omit yourself completely? Aren’t you a part of this group?

U: … … … … No.

2: But you seem–

U: I’m not.

2: –like you’re destructive.

U: Huh?

2: You seem like you’re destructive as hell.

U: What does that mean?

2: Well, that you want to destroy yourself.

U: Yeah, but I don’t.

1: But I think I’m seeing an irony in your lyrics, which I think you have. Do you, or is it just me who thinks that?

U: See, it’s like this, right, suddenly a time comes when you start maturing and you start thinking that you’ve, like, gotten tired of going out and stuff.

2: But Magnus, another thing, right, when you talk about this stuff with going out and girls and stuff; you’re a role model for lots of young people aged 14, 15, right?

U: I am?

2: Well yeah, undoubtedly, you’re a big idol who stands there and yells and… But you have an image of being a huge asshole to them, right? You stand up there and you spit at them and all that you do, and in general pretty crude and hot like they–

U: I don’t spit at them.

1: Are you a diva then?

U: I look like this. [stands up] Am I an asshole? Am I an asshole? No. See ya.

#magnus uggla #1978 #sweden #translated interview #interview #translated #first post babyyy #f slur #soarry

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bobboviking · 2 years

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