Текст и перевод песни Hellbillies - Bus-general

Bus-general

Han Syver va anleggsarbeidar i heile sitt syndige liv.
Han reiste frå anlegg til anlegg og brødfødde ungar og viv.
Han hadde eit raudbarka andlet og augestein lynande blå,
Som leten på Syver sin snusask, og hatten va vidbremma grå.

Han levde med lunta i neven i eimen av sprengt dynamitt,
Og dansa med dauden i berget, men redda seg unda so vidt.
Og stundo so klinka han glaset i brakkefest tre-stjerne-smell.
Her dugde 'kji halvfabrikata, han Syver drakk berre Martell.

Han va ein bus-general. Pokkers te kar.
Rein dynamitt ifrå vogge til grav.
Jentenes gjest. Frikar på fest.
Like solid som ein bryggeri-hest.

Mineringa sleit på han Syver, so hjarta hass slutta å slå,
Men dokteren fekk det igang att med pacemaker, slanga og tråd.
Han levde i tre, fire måna, men so va're slutt og forbi.
Då sprengde han likbrenningsomna til værs med eit gløymt batteri.

Bus-general

He was Syver the construction worker all his wicked life.
He traveled from construction site to construction site and provided for his kids and wife.
He had a reddish face and bright blue eyes,
As seen on Syver's snuffbox, and his hat was broad-brimmed gray.

He lived with a fuse in his hand in the stench of blown dynamite,
And danced with death in the mountains, but escaped so narrowly.
And in the evenings he clinked his glass in the barracks party three-star-buzz.
He could not stand bottled stuff, He, Syver, drank only Martell.

He was a bus general. A damn good guy.
Pure dynamite from cradle to grave.
Girls' guest. Crazy party animal.
As solid as a brewery horse.

The mining wore down Syver, so his heart stopped beating,
But the doctor got it going again with a pacemaker, tube and thread.
He lived for three, four months, but then it was over and done.
He blew up the crematorium with a forgotten battery.