| Me går langt tilbake til de gamle dager då alt var svart-kvitt
| We go far back to the old days when everything was black and white
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| Og alt mitt var ditt, og me brukte våre krefter på Resistansen
| And all mine was yours, and we used our forces on the Resistance
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| Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg
| Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg
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| Og det var kjent for de fleste at Resistansen sine fester
| And it was known to most that the Resistance's parties
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| Blei holdt bak betong, en plass som ingen visste om
| Was kept behind concrete, a place no one knew about
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| Og kor det aldri blei behov for allianse
| And when there was never a need for an alliance
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| Hos Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg
| At Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg
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| Det var vodka, kalinka, rullett og kaviar
| There was vodka, kalinka, roulette and caviar
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| Det var krigen sett gjennom røyk av sigar
| It was the war seen through the smoke of cigars
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| Ja, me svingte oss i valsen, det var heile Resistansen
| Yes, we swung in the waltz, that was the whole Resistance
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| Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg
| Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg
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| Taket var sprengt vekk og huset stod i brann
| The roof was blown away and the house was on fire
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| Ute var krigen, men inne var det sang
| Outside was the war, but inside was singing
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| Det var mange som blei tatt av Absolut Vodka
| There were many who were taken by Absolut Vodka
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| Det var mange som falt for absolutt polka
| There were many who fell for absolute polka
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| Ja, men dager blir til år og vinter til vår
| Yes, but days turn into years and winter into spring
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| Men en ting er som før. | But one thing is as before. |
| I Lyder Sagens 45
| I Lyder Sagens 45
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| Har Resistansen fått sin renessanse
| Has the Resistance had its renaissance
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| Hos Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg
| At Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg
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| Og det var meg
| And that was me
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| Og det var vodka, kalinka, rullett og kaviar
| And there was vodka, kalinka, roulette and caviar
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| Det var krigen sett gjennom røyk av sigar
| It was the war seen through the smoke of cigars
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| Ja, me svingte oss i valsen, det var heile Resistansen
| Yes, we swung in the waltz, that was the whole Resistance
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| Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg
| Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg
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| Mr. Kaizer, hans Constanze & meg | Mr. Kaizer, Hans Constanze & meg |