Til Depotet - Kaizers Orchestra

Denne gr ut til dei som falt i krigen

Heilt si eg var liten

Har eg budd i en ghetto

Hengt fast i piggtrd, sttt i Armeen sin

Suppe og brd k. Sett p nr folk dr Bare for brdf seg og sine mdre

Og sine sstre

I k til depotet…

Denne gr ut til dei som falt i krigen

Eg begynner bli sliten

Det er klart at det tar p f beskjed om at krigen er over

Men krigen er ikkje over

De kommer nr me sover

Den har knapt nok begynt sjlv om gjerdet

Er s tynt

I k til depotet…

Det er verst nr det er vinter

Korporaler blir sinte og ken blir lengre

Ner til depotet

Og fr var klrne gode

N fr me alt for store

Og alt det me gjorde hjalp oss ikkje

I ken til depotet

This goes out to those who fell in the war

Quite say I was small

Have I bid in a ghetto

Hanged in barbed wire, stuck in his Army

Soup and bread k. Put on when people die Just for bread themselves and their mothers

And his sisters

I k to the depot…

This goes out to those who fell in the war

I'm starting to get tired

It is clear that it is taking notice that the war is over

But the war is not over

They come when we sleep

It has barely begun on the fence itself

Is s thin

I k to the depot…

It's worst when it's winter

Corporals get angry and ken gets longer

Down to the depot

And before, the clothes were good

Now we get way too big

And everything we did did not help us

I ken to the depot