Bris - Kaizers Orchestra

Bris bris puste meg i nakken

Det blir kaldt i frakken og kroppen skrike

Kom bris bris, sett meg fri

Skru p sirenen og gje meg varige mn

Bris gjer meg roser i kinnet, tar vekk vonde minner

Bris du har stengt oss inne.

Du vinner, du vinner

Mitt navn er Kristopher, eks lokomotivfrer

Snn av en skipsreder.

Eg var hans stedfortreder

Eg blei tatt hnd om av ei nonne i et kloster

Eg gjekk i tjeneste for mitt land og kom heim som krigsoffer

Og eg blei lam i fr livet og ner

Og mitt navn blir ikkje lenger nevnt nr folk ber

For ingen husker gamle Kristopher

Han som redda fem liv for sjlv bli et krigsoffer

Breeze breeze breathed into my neck

It gets cold in the coat and the body screams

Come breeze breeze, set me free

Turn on the siren and give me lasting months

Breeze makes me rose in my cheek, takes away bad memories

Breeze you have locked us in.

You win, you win

My name is Kristopher, ex locomotive driver

Son of a shipowner.

I was his deputy

I was taken care of by a nun in a convent

I went to serve my country and came home as a war victim

And I became paralyzed before and after

And my name is no longer mentioned when people pray

For no one remembers old Kristopher

He who saved five lives for himself became a war victim