Paroles et traduction Hellbillies - Seks Tusen Hål

Seks Tusen Hål

Ko æ're 'rei tenkji?.
Dei sita på bekji.
Og planleggj infrastruktur.
Dele ur mynta.
Hvis nokon grynta.
Når vegen æ best for biljard.
Her skullde 'rei ha brukt ein milliard
Fra fjellbygd te flatland.
Ligg sylvgråe vegband.
Med tælahiv hjulspår og hål.
Kort år bli 'rei verre.
Dæ'æ sanning desverre.
Me samle kollekt i ein ring.
Men stortinget dei gjera ingenting.
Pust inn. Hald deg fast.
For her går det kast i kast.
Frå Hol ned te Ål.
Seks tusen hål.
Detta her æ riksveg sju.
Men det skulle no ingen tru.
Han æ forsyne med verre no.
Enn i mars femtito.
Dei sita og møe.
Sko redde miljøet.
So finn up ein reinar bensin.
Ja bruk no fornuften.
Sko me fløge i luften?
Eg trur me må satse på hjul.
Og vegji som æra fri for hål og kul.
Pust inn. Hald deg fast.
For her går det kast i kast.
Frå Hol ned te Ål.
Seks tusen hål.
Detta her æ riksveg sju.
Men det skulle no ingen tru.
Han æ forsyne med verre no.
Enn i mars femtito.
Pust inn. Hald deg fast.
For her går det kast i kast.
Frå Hol ned te Ål.
Seks tusen hål.

Six Thousand Holes

What are they really thinking?
They sit in comfort.
And plan infrastructure.
Share our money.
If someone grunts.
When the road is best for billiards.
Here they should have spent a billion.
From mountain village to flatlands.
There are silver-gray roadbands.
With frost heave, ruts, and holes.
The years will get worse.
That's true, sadly.
We collect offerings in a ring.
But parliament does nothing.
Breathe in. Hold on tight.
Because here it goes, up and down.
From Hol down to Ål.
Six thousand holes.
This is national road seven.
But no one would believe it.
It's supplied with worse now.
Than in March 1955.
They sit and meet.
To save the environment.
Then find a pure gasoline.
Come on, use your common sense.
Should we fly through the air?
I think we should focus on wheels.
And roads that are free of holes and bumps.
Breathe in. Hold on tight.
Because here it goes, up and down.
From Hol down to Ål.
Six thousand holes.
This is national road seven.
But no one would believe it.
It's supplied with worse now.
Than in March 1955.
Breathe in. Hold on tight.
Because here it goes, up and down.
From Hol down to Ål.
Six thousand holes.