Kaizers Orchestra - Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg (Tradução)

 

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Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg

Me går langt tilbake til de gamle dager då alt var svart-kvitt
og alt mitt var ditt, og me brukte våre krefter på Resistansen
Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg

Og det var kjent for de fleste at Resistansen sine fester
blei holdt bak betong, en plass som ingen visste om
og kor det aldri blei behov for allianse
hos Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg

Det var vodka, kalinka, rullett og kaviar
Det var krigen sett gjennom røyk av sigar
Ja, me svingte oss i valsen, det var heile Resistansen
Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg

Taket var sprengt vekk og huset stod i brann
Ute var krigen, men inne var det sang
Det var mange som blei tatt av Absolut Vodka
Det var mange som falt for absolutt polka

Ja, men dager blir til år og vinter til vår,
men en ting er som før. I Lyder Sagens 45
har Resistansen fått sin renessanse
hos Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg

Og det var meg
Og det var vodka, kalinka, rullett og kaviar
Det var krigen sett gjennom røyk av sigar
Ja, me svingte oss i valsen, det var heile Resistansen
Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg
Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg




Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg (Tradução)

Mr. Kaizer, His Constanze and I

We go way back
To the good old days
When all was black and white
And everything mine was yours
And we dedicated our lives to the Resistance

Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and I

And it was known to most people
That the Resistance's parties
Were held behind concrete
A place nobody knew about
And where there never was any need for the Allies

Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and I

And there was vodka, kalinka, roulette and caviar
It was the war seen through the smoke of cigars
Yes, we all danced the waltz, all of the Resistance
With Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and I

The roof had been blown off
And the house was in flames
Outside, the war went on
But inside, there was song

Many of us were taken by Absolute Vodka,
Many others fell for Absolute Polka
Yes, the days became years
Winter became spring

But one thing remains the same
In Lyder Sagens 45
The Resistance has been born anew
Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and I