Gypsy Finale - The lyrics in English

Here you can find the English translations of the lyrics to the last three songs Kaizers Orchestra plays on concerts, the socalled "Gypsy Finale".
Kaizers recorded these three songs on a concert in Oslo.

Gypsy Finale
	Sigøynerblod Bak et Halleluja Resistansen

Sigøynerblod

Gypsy Blood

Shut up and sit down
There is no room for another blind passenger
You are not going to direct us and you are not going to be paid
So shut up and sit down

You can be my friend and I can be yours
If it turns out that you fit in
Cos we have rules that you must obey
You can be my friend and I can be yours

But just one small thing before you go
A hint or an advice if you like
If you get caught resisting my powers
Your mother will be the first one to be taken to task

Give this man a hat, give him a hand
Have him work for the family
He could be the next
He could be the best
Give this man a hat, give him a hand

But excuse me the interruprion, Sir
I am not that easily impressed
It seems as if he could do everything
But his references were bought and paid for
So, if you want to give him a chance
You should take into consideration all he has done before
Cos I have heard he has gypsy blood in his veins
And you know what I think of gypsy blood
Cos his father, his father was a gypsy!

Bak et Halleluja

Behind a Hallelujah

Father I must ask forgiveness
It's my fault that Tony's packed in a car cover
I've broken Monsieur Clavier's regulations
You know I can’t take care of him

I plead to you. Help, Father help me
I'm standing in boots of concrete, Father help me
I said, Russian roulette's not a good idea
But he felt fine so he forced me along

I watched him spin the cylinder
he put the barrel between his teeth
I’ll pray for you my son

Cos by him you've not yet been judged
Cos nobody can say no to the amount Monsieur Clavier gave
And only Father martin knows what's behind a hallelujah
Tony has a genuine double

Track him down, set up a contract, give him money
You may take a handful out of our collection
You may become as most people, or you may become a priest
But never return cos your days here are numbered

Resistansen

The Resistance

Absolut Polka
Foto: Achim Meurer

There is a stairway that leads down to a cellar
It's so narrow that you must enter sideways
And on the walls hang lots of paintings
Of people who went down, but none will meet again
Cos Marcello's cellar is no common cellar
There's been one hundred men down there at once
There's a floor in middle of the floor, in the middle of the
table
A revolver on which it states made in hong Kong
hallelujah

here's Russian roulette every Friday
And on Sunday there will be Confirmation
Mrs Conradas has sent a message clear, on Sunday 12 o'clock
She won't see a drop of blood
But Marcello is fine when he's drinking
Cos it’s his wine, it's his women and his dance
he's a charmer, and his equal doesn't exist
hallelujah

And to get the atmosphere even more Russian down there,
he has gotten hold of Russian ballerina
She dances polka in the traditional way
Then she gets a hundred bucks to keep tight til next Friday
Yes, the atmosphere in Marcello's cellar is irreproachable
You're clammy and you're sweaty when you leave his place
And those that can't make the distance
They can't be part of the resistance
hallelujah