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Here are the English translations of the lyrics to Kaizers Orchestra's first album "Ompa Til Du Dør". The translations were made by somebody else, so we don't feel responsible for any mistakes (except for "Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and me" :-)
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Resistansen Dekk Bord Bak et Halleluja Bris Mr. Kaizer Hans Constanze & Meg Mann Mot Mann Dødmanns Tango | |
One must be a man to wear my hat
One should be cold to take over my power
One should be size 42 to wear my shoes
But he has to have his own gun
Cos you know what's stated in the will
You know what's stated in the will
That the one who takes care of my Constanze
Gets my hat, gets my shoes, gets my extravaganza
Take control on the Continent
And I request to be well perfumed
I shall smell good when I finally go down
And I have sent out the invitation myself
And I have a priest, a “bell-ringer”. It's total corruption
But all of this is stated in the will
I see it before me, it crawls towards me
I see it before me, it crawls towards me
Oh,my sister I know who's the rat
Oh,my sister I heard everything you said by the coffin
Father Martin, it's beginning to smell of gasoline
Oh,my Constanze take my hat, take my shoes,
take my extravaganza
Sven Korner was in the paper on Monday
Large picture from a time he danced the waltz
he took Victoria's life
Come home and explain to Christiania
Come here constable, here's a thousand bucks I've saved
Give me Korner, and give him to me soon
Sven Korner was in the paper on Monday
I've heard he bought a Pekenese
he was interested in so many things
Yes, everything from hell to Tensing
But you've made everything easy for us
We get the last laugh, cos Sven,we have your fingerprints
I know what's in store for you
I know what you're hoping for
I know what's in store for you
You've got a tune you think everyone will follow
But I wouldn't follow that tune no matter what
We play poker with a revolver
I have no respect for Fredrik Meltzer
Now you shall dance to our tune til you bleed
You shall dance ompa til you die
But think Sven, how good it'll be in heaven
I hope you fold your hands before you go to bed
Cos it can be warm down there
It can be warm down there
Sven! It can be fucking warm down there
You're going down whether you like it or not
It's us that will show you the way
And if you think you can run
Think again, cos God is my father
* Christiania is Oslo's former name
** Tensing is a group of song-singing Christians in Norway
*** Fredrik Meltzer designed the Norwegian flag in 1821
The sun’s in zenith, and the head's hangin' low
In the mines at 16 we're all in the same boat
At the foot of the mountain you can watch us marching
In time, with chains around our necks, year after year
Everything we hoist down the shaft of gold and green emerald
Lands right in the lap of henry, it's said
Nothing comes our way.We don't need no pots
Cos Henry's not a priest and none of us are bellringers
Not even God can hear us pray from hell
Ivan started running, but never came back
Many have tried to end Henry's days
And rumour has it he's the one behind the whip
The exact opposite of a certain Christian
In the mines at 16 I've lived for 4 years
But as soon as the chance arises
I'll bust myself out
Relax, we'll soon be returning
You know we'll get sufficient funding
Now I enlist as a voluntary soldier
When I go out I've become a father
It was night and it became day and night again
I wrote letter after letter but never got one back
half a year with shots and open wounds
half a year! God, how time goes slow
Thank God for the medical corps
Cos they sew together recruits and generals
The day came and I waited for a signal
And I got my last order from the highest in command
And he yelled;
170 go out and see if it is clear!
No, general, spare me. It's easy for you to send in a
voluntary soldier
But who'll take care of my wife and my child?
170 is it clear, is it clear?
170 we're waiting for a response
Now the first snow has fallen
That's not why it's cold
It won't be necessary to put on more clothes
It's just a game
hey Tony; put down you mandolin
It's your turn to roll the cylinder
Now the ground is frozen
And the pond is cold
Than you can feel the warmth of metal
And the rest of the world knows nothing
Cos the snow muffles the sound of a bang
When you've lost, nobody can help you
When you've lost, you're on your own
We don't make any demands on your character
It's not much you need to understand
Everybody's equal here in front of Monello's revolver
Destiny never takes sides
I've got a ghost on my back
I hear voices cursing badly
I have ice in my throat
Know a dwarf who waltzes
But it hurts so bad when I laugh
Only he knows what’s happening
he's my favourite gentleman
Dr. Mowinckel
he has fog on his monocle
he dances samba on the podium
he knows how to rattle his sword
And play poker with the nobility
he knows where you live
he always keeps up to date
The best medicine's hidden close at Hand
Dr. Mowinckel
Chauffeur chauffeur, is it true I'm being accused
Of swindle and fraud
I have used my revolver in your father's cathedral
But I've never been disloyal
Chauffeur chauffeur, for eleven years I've faithfully served
the family
So take my word chauffeur,
Cos as true as Dominique is my name
Everything I did, I did for him
It was me, Dominique,
Who was responsible for Tony Fuciante
Your brother, my compadre
The cylinder turned and the pistol said click
But in the end in roulette it'll go wrong
Chauffeur chauffeur, I plead to be pardoned
Thou I'm aware your father's regulations
One that goes against the family's good will, gets degraded
From chauffeur to passenger
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
It was a long winter but in the end spring came
And all the men on the ship had a party
It was hard rowed nights and lots of blood and sweat
The mate worked as a horse
he was a funny little chap who was hungry for experience
But the rations were just water and wheat
he stood by the rudder all day
Made a bet with Skagerak
Of the shortest route to Cape horn
Set the table
When the ocean was still,we were free from the struggle
Everybody sat down and played cards
The mate dealt, the rest of us played
And the money changed hands pretty quick
Carlos despaired while many of us smiled
They said; let's take all Carlos has got
And later when judgement fell, Carlos had lost it all
That's because he only collected spades
Row row home to Transylvania
Forget the personalia and other trivialities
Set the table, send a telegram to Victoria
Cos soon will we be home
A couple of guys had been lost. Carlos was the last one
It happened while we were at port in Marseilles
he lost a drinking competition to The Belgian Chimpanzee
And now he sails no more
In hong Kong there was chaos,we stranded outside Laos
We never thought we'd get away alive
Out came a native tribe, thought our ship was God
And dragged us into open sea
Row row..
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
Breeze breeze breathing down my neck
It gets cold inside the coat and the body's screaming
Come breeze breeze, set me free
Turn on the siren and give me lasting wounds
Breeze gives me roses in my cheeks, takes away bad memories
Breeze you've sHut us in.You win, you win
My name is Kristopher, ex train guard
Son of a ship owner. I was his substitute
I was taken care of by a nun in a monastery
I served my country
And came home as a war casualty
And I was paralysed from the waste down
And my name's not mentioned anymore when people pray
Cos no one remembers old Krisopher
he who saved five lives in order to become a war casualty
himself
We go back to the old days
When everything was black and white and all that was mine was yours
And we dedicated ourselves to the resistance
Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and me
And most people knew that the parties of the resistance
were celebrated behind concrete walls
A place nobody knew of
And where the alliance was never needed
With Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and me
There was Wodka, Kalinka and caviar
And the war was looked at through smoke of cigarrettes
And we swang to the waltz, the whole resistance was there
Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and me
The roof was blown away, and the house was on fire
Outside there was war, but inside there was singing
Many went for Absolut Wodka
And many fell for absolute polka
Yes, the days become years and winter becomes spring
But one thing has remained the same. In Lyder Sagens street Nr. 45
the resistance is reborn
With Mr. Kaizer, his Constanze and me
I know a place where you may have all you ask for
On the second floor at Mrs Love's beauty parlour
Say you want it all at once
A double hour til the clock says ding dong
here's a little something for any taste
You may have long legs.You may have tall or small
If you raise the amount a little bit you may have a bath
Man against man. It's highly recommended
Welcome inside,welcome inside
You're mine, you're mine
You may have it all or nothing
Welcome inside my love
You'll see me at room number 505
And hope you'll be back shortly
Dead Man's Tango
It's a cold November close to December
I see nothing,my stare is blind
I've sent my position. Here’s my conclusion
I no longer trust my instinct
So farewell, farewell wish me luck and happiness
Light a candle for me tonight. Give my son a hug
And say hello to the priest for me
Tell him I've become a Christian
A part of that process almost took my life
What I believe you may never take away
Cos no one heard my command
And there's no life in my tango
Looked towards the heavens, and my rescue descended
Like a feather, like a feather. My rescue descended
Looked towards the heavens
And my rescue was shot down
Like a feather, like a feather
My rescue was shot down
