Translation of the song lyrics Bastard Sønn - Kaizers Orchestra

Bastard Sønn (original)

Hadde eg hatt en pensel sko eg malt en annen klang
Blitza opp ditt smil like bredt som mitt er langt
Du har beholdt ditt blikk men eg har fått ditt temperament
Du kledde deg i kvitt men du var trist som en sang
Og det som kunne ha vært så romantisk
Det som sko vært din presang
Du sa du måtte holda på med det som var ditt
At eg måtte finne noge nytt så sko bli mitt
Kver til vårt, kver til sitt
Eg har måttet gått så langsomt
Eg har heller ikkje komt så langt så
Men eg har hørt at i Himmelen får eg lønn
Eg er din bastard sønn
Eg har måttet gått og bant
Og eg har ennå ikkje fått et navn
Men eg har hørt at i Himmelen får eg lønn
Skjønt det som regel er etter sjønn du blir dømt
Eg har nesten ikkje levd, eg har bare rømt
Eg er din bastard sønn
Men når eg satt i fengsel vett eg gutten blei til mann
Tida stod like stilt som dagen var lang
Og alle tilbakeblikk såg eg i svart kvitt
Og når eg såg fram blei blikket bare blankt
Det som kunne vært ditt ansikt
Det som kunne gjort løgnen sann
Han som var din mann ga deg en drøm
Det som var en drøm ga deg en løgn
Men det var du som gjorde meg til din bastard sønn

Bastard Sønn (translation)

Had I had a brush shoe I would have painted a different tone
Flash up your smile as wide as mine is far
You have kept your gaze but I have got your temper
You got rid of it but you were sad as a song
And what could have been so romantic
What shoes have been your gift
You said you had to do what was yours
That I had to find something new so shoes would be mine
Kver to ours, kver to his
I have had to go so slowly
I have not come that far either
But I have heard that in heaven I get rewarded
I'm your bastard son
I have had to go and curse
And I have not yet been given a name
But I have heard that in heaven I get rewarded
Though it is usually by sea you are judged
I have hardly lived, I have only escaped
I'm your bastard son
But when I was in prison, I knew the boy had become a man
Time stood still as the day was long
And all flashbacks I saw in black rid
And when I looked forward, my gaze was just blank
What could have been your face
That which could have made the lie true
He who was your husband gave you a dream
What was a dream gave you a lie
But it was you who made me your bastard son