Bastard Sønn - Kaizers Orchestra

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

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