Bus-General - Hellbillies

Han Syver va anleggsarbeidar I heile sitt syndige liv.

Han reiste fr anlegg til anlegg og brdfdde ungar og viv.

Han hadde eit raudbarka andlet og augestein lynande bl,

Som leten p Syver sin snusask, og hatten va vidbremma gr.

Han levde med lunta I neven I eimen av sprengt dynamitt,

Og dansa med dauden I berget, men redda seg unda so vidt.

Og stundo so klinka han glaset I brakkefest tre-stjerne-smell.

Her dugde 'kji halvfabrikata, han Syver drakk berre Martell.

Han va ein bus-general.

Pokkers te kar.

Rein dynamitt ifr vogge til grav.

Jentenes gjest.

Frikar p fest.

Like solid som ein bryggeri-hest.

Mineringa sleit p han Syver, so hjarta hass slutta sl,

Men dokteren fekk det igang att med pacemaker, slanga og trd.

Han levde I tre, fire mna, men so va’re slutt og forbi.

D sprengde han likbrenningsomna til vrs med eit glymt batteri.

Han Syver was a construction worker throughout his sinful life.

He traveled from farm to farm and raised young and viv.

He had a red-barked face and an aubergine lightning,

Like looking for Syver's snuff box, and the hat was wide-brimmed.

He lived with the fuse in his fist In the whiff of exploded dynamite,

And dance with the dead In the mountain, but save yourself so far.

And then he clinked the glass In barracks party three-star clatter.

Semi-finished products were fine here, he Syver only drank Martell.

He was a bus general.

Damn tea pot.

Pure dynamite from cradle to grave.

The girls' guest.

Frikar at a party.

As solid as a brewery horse.

The mining wore on he Seven, so the heart has stopped beating,

But the doctor got it going again with the pacemaker, the tube and the cord.

He lived for three or four months, but then it was over and gone.

Then he blew up the crematorium with a forgotten battery.