Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Klasse 1 comfort, artist - deLillos. Album song Festen er ikke over, det er kake igjen (1985-2005), in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.03.2005
Record label: S Records, Universal Music (Denmark) A
Song language: Norwegian
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 |
(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 |