Sputniksangen - Sputnik

Helt fra dagen jeg tok lappen, lastebilen ble min venn

Det ble fyllmasse og grus, fra kommunen fikk jeg lønn

Gamle kar’a greide et last, i min iver tok jeg to

Jeg tok veldig raske svinger, alle skjønte jeg var god

Så i 1957, Sputnik 1 den gikk til vers

Jeg få si det som det er, om det er i 2. vers

Da de døpte meg for Sputnik, noe jeg må leve med

Verken bygdefolk, familie skal skamme seg for det

Å det er skjønt og kjøre lastebil, en gjøre akkurat som jeg vil

Skjønt og kjøre lastebil, jeg kjører gjerne mil på mil

Gammelplogen fårran panstret, på min røde snutebil

Reiser jeg igjenna Drangedal’n, det er drøyt så mange mil

Sigarettstumpen i munnviken, får tankene på gli

Speller inn på en kasset, det er sputniks melodi

Jeg kan vegen heilt i blinde, jeg har kjørt så mange år

Og fra møtende biler, tut og blink’s og hils’n får

Ja en bygdepatriot, er vel ikke dumt og ha

Med gitaren og en sang, håper jeg at du blir glad

Og det er skjønt og kjøre lastebil, en gjøre akkurat som jeg vil

Skjønt og kjøre lastebil, jeg kjører gjerne mil på mil

Ja når sommersola skinner, vi en kaffepause tar

Det ble mye prat og skjønt, og jeg tar fram min gitar

Jeg får annlegsgjenen med meg, og vi synger så i kor

Drangedal mitt barndoms hjem, beste sted på denne jord

Ever since the day I took the note, the truck became my friend

There was filler and gravel, from the municipality I received a salary

Old kar'a managed a load, in my zeal I took two

I took very fast turns, everyone realized I was good

So in 1957, Sputnik 1 it went to verse

I get to say it as it is, if it is in the 2nd verse

When they christened me Sputnik, something I have to live with

Neither villagers, family should be ashamed of it

Oh it is though and driving a truck, one do exactly as I want

Though and drive a truck, I like to drive mile after mile

The old plow was robbed, on my red snout car

If I travel again to Drangedal’n, it is just over so many miles

The cigarette butt in the corner of the mouth makes the mind glide

Recorded on a cassette, it's Sputnik's melody

I know the road completely blind, I have driven so many years

And from oncoming cars, spouts and flashes and greetings

Yes, a village patriot, is not stupid and ha

With the guitar and a song, I hope you are happy

And it is though and driving a truck, one do exactly as I want

Though and drive a truck, I like to drive mile after mile

Yes, when the summer sun shines, we take a coffee break

There was a lot of talking and though, and I bring out my guitar

I get the aptitude gene with me, and we then sing in a choir

Drangedal my childhood home, best place on this earth