København [English translation]

She has everything I want

I'm not going back

I'm here to stay

The streets are mine

Out is good but home is best

She relaxes me, no stress, so

I quickly jump off my hobbyhorse

Because next to her I will always be second best

No headwind just a breeze

In my back when I'm at a lit party

Honey, they've sparred with you even though they were light weight

And now you're saying "haram" just like roast pork

The city of all cities, black thunder clouds

White horses, brown sugar and the good smoke

Face on my twenty and it makes me an ant

Those with wings, look how high I'm flying

No attention, we will sweep them off

They can borrow her for a night, but they don't own her

If they end in the gutter the rain will wash them away

She makes it legendary, still playfully easy

You get a whole quater nothing more

To prove to her that you should live here

And she makes a nigger spend money

His last penny until he doesn't wasnt to live anymore

She's a good girl, with a screw loose

She makes a young lad roast two loose

Drop the girl, jump in his brown ride

Pick her up in the rain at the end of the road

Because she called him, said she was freezing

She has everything I want

I'm not going back

I'm here to stay

The streets are mine

I'm alone, sitting alone on a cloud

So I can look at her beautiful light

Copenhagen, you're my Copenhagen

If I fell down she would catch me

If I get lost, she will show me the way

Copenhagen, you're my Copenhagen

Fighting to survive like a bottom horror

Surrounded by cheap booze and stupid girls

The eye of the pyramid watches me in a sinister light

So I'm still making more rime than a chest freezer

Infadel dogs will die tonight and I have blood on my hands

Revelation to John, didn't think they'd believe me

So blood, you must watch your head, duck

Still more healthy underground, like roots

She's a wet girl, when it's raining

With curles, porno lips and red freckles

Down town to nowhere and she takes it to the bottom

Meanwhile I touch my head like I did add fractions

This blunt makes me higher than a sky scraper

So now I'm paranoid as if the whole city was moving

Drama Queens feel best when the whole city talks

But I'm blind from their shit, like a horse with blinkers

She's hot, fresh from the oven

So I'm holding myself back with potholders

I don't get the Jutland talk(*1), material girl

So she's mad Christmas eve when she gets soft presents

So long live my birth city

Soon she will turn on the red light

Rain is pouring down while I seek shelter

But I'm still afloat, Puttgarden to Rødby(*2)

She has everything I want

I'm not going back

I'm here to stay

The streets are mine

I'm alone, sitting alone on a cloud

So I can look at her beautiful light

Copenhagen, you're my Copenhagen

If I fell down she would catch me

If I get lost, she will show me the way

Copenhagen, you're my Copenhagen

• Artist:Ukendt Kunstner
• Album:Hælervarer A