Текст и перевод песни Kaizers Orchestra - Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanse Og Meg - Remastered

Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanse Og Meg - Remastered

Me går langt tilbake
Til de gamle dager
Når alt var svart kvitt
Og alt mitt var ditt
Og me brukte våre krefter på resistansen

Aah
Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg

Og det var kjent for de fleste
At resistansen sine fester
Blei holdt bak betong
Ein plass som ingen visste om
Og kor det aldri blei behov for allianse

Aah
Hos Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg

Og det var vodka, kalinka, rullett & kaviar
Det var krigen sett gjennom røyk av cigar
Ja me svingte oss i valsen
Det var heile resistansen

Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg

(La la la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la la)

Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg

Og taket var sprengt vekk og huset stod i brann
Ute var krigen men inne var det sang
Det var mange som blei tatt av absolutt vodka
Det var mange som falt for absolutt polka
Ja men dager blir til år og vinter til vår
Ja men en ting er som før
I Lyder Sagens fem og førr
Har resistansen fått sin renessanse

Jaa, Hos Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg

Og det va deg
Og det var vodka, Kalinka, rullett og kaviar
Det var krigen sett gjennom røyk av cigar
Ja me svingte oss i valsen
Det var heile resistansen

Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze og meg
Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze og meg

Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanse And Me - Remastered

We go way back,
To the old days,
When everything was black and white,
And all of mine was yours,
And we spent our energy on the resistance.

Aah
Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze & me

And it was known to most,
That the resistance's parties,
Were held behind concrete,
A place no one knew about,
And where there was never a need for alliance.

Aah
At Mr. Kaizer's, his Constanze's & mine

And there was vodka, Kalinka, roulette & caviar,
It was the war seen through cigar smoke,
Yes, we swung in the waltz,
It was the whole resistance.

Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze & me

(La la la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la la)

Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze & me

And the roof was blown off and the house was on fire,
Outside was war but inside there was song,
Many were taken by absolute vodka,
Many fell for absolute polka,
Yes, but days turn into years and winter into spring,
Yes, but one thing is as before,
In Lyder Sagens five and forty,
The resistance has had its renaissance.

Yes, At Mr. Kaizer's, his Constanze's & mine

And it was you,
And there was vodka, Kalinka, roulette and caviar,
It was the war seen through cigar smoke,
Yes, we swung in the waltz,
It was the whole resistance.

Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and me
Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and me