Translation of the song lyrics Klasse 1 comfort - deLillos

Klasse 1 comfort (original)

På et tog satt en mann med en bok
En liten bag stod plassert i en krok
Han hadde vært på møte igår å konferert
Han var nesten femti år
Og nybarbert
Og han var en handelsreisende mann
Og ellers var han sikkert uinteressant
Han satt og leste om ny markedsstrategi
Analyse frem til 2010
Og så mistet han ned på gulvet sin penn
Og så bøyde han for og ta opp den
Og så slo han hodet mot det lille bordet
Og kokvarm kaffe sildret ned via nakken som både brant og sved
Og han reiste seg og skrek obskøne ord
Og skrek også noe om NSB
Da toget kjørte inn i en sving, hvor han selvfølgelig falt og gled
Og smalt sin tinning ned mot PC’en sin som stakk opp av bag’en i kroken på
Klasse eeeeeen- Komfort
Sunn fornuft var en av hans typiske trekk
Men han fikk i hodeskallen en sprekk
Han hadde slått seg stygt på høyre hoftekant
Men denne smerten uteble
For nå var han lam
Og han var en handelsreisende mann (handelsreisende mann)
Og ellers var han sikkert uinteressant (sikkert uinteressant)
Og dette tenkte han for første gang i sitt liv
Da de bar ham ut i ambulansens bil
Og når han tenkte på dette så måtte han le
Og han lo enda mer da han så for seg det
Da han slo hodet mot det lille bordet
Og kokvarm kaffe sildret ned
Via nakken som både brant og sved
Og han reiste seg, skrek obskøne ord
Og skrek også noe om NSB
Da toget kjørte inn i en sving
Hvor han selvfølgelig falt og gled
Og smalt sin tinning mot PC’en sin som stakk opp av bag’en i kroken på
Klasse eeeeeen- Komfort
Klasse eeeeeen- Komfort
Klasse eeeeeen- Komfort

Klasse 1 comfort (translation)

On a train sat a man with a book
A small bag was placed in a hook
He had been to a meeting yesterday to confer
He was almost fifty years old
And freshly shaved
And he was a businessman
And otherwise he was probably uninteresting
He sat and read about a new marketing strategy
Analysis until 2010
And then he dropped his pen on the floor
And then he bent down and picked it up
And then he hit his head against the small table
And boiling hot coffee trickled down through the neck that both burned and sweated
And he got up and shouted obscene words
And also shouted something about NSB
When the train ran into a turn, where he of course fell and slipped
And slammed his temple down against his PC that protruded from the bag in the hook
Class eeeeeen- Comfort
Common sense was one of his typical traits
But he got a crack in his skull
He had hit himself badly on the right hip
But this pain did not go away
For now he was lame
And he was a merchant man (merchant man)
And otherwise he was probably uninteresting (probably uninteresting)
And this he thought for the first time in his life
Then they carried him out in the ambulance car
And when he thought about it, he had to laugh
And he laughed even more when he imagined it
Then he hit his head against the small table
And boiling hot coffee trickled down
Via the neck that both burned and sweated
And he got up, shouted obscene words
And also shouted something about NSB
When the train ran into a turn
Where, of course, he fell and slipped
And slammed his temple against his PC that protruded from the bag in the hook
Class eeeeeen- Comfort
Class eeeeeen- Comfort
Class eeeeeen- Comfort