Hi, I read an English translation of it recently at a lecture. The translator was aware enough of these metaphors to make them understandable. I will post her translation here as soon as I get it.
And for that matter, what happened to Finance Minster Per Kleppe? What happened to anti-inflationary policies? When did the market law come swimming in from the big world? What happened to the dreams of the big welfare? What happened to the hospitality that took in relatives from the country, and refugees from Hungary? What became of the dream of the warm, beautiful and friendly world? And what has become of us?
What happened to the hooded ski jackets, the slippers and the Norwegian sweaters? What happened to the thermos bottles, the blisters and the fanny packs. And whatever happened to Einar Gerhardsen?
Once upon a time the Prime Minister rode his bike to work, and wore trouser bands. On Sundays he went for a ski trip with an anorakk and knickers, and maybe his wife and kids came along, and they had a camping stove. And the king took the trolley and paid for his own ticket. What happened to the hooded ski jackets, the slippers and the Norwegian sweaters? What happened to the thermos bottles, the blisters and the fanny packs. And whatever happened to Einar Gerhardsen?
What happened to the old fashioned fairness ideals? That everyone should be treated completely equally in the courtroom? And what happed to the state mortgage bank? And whatever happened to Louise Valle. She was the Minister of Justice and thought there were other ways to fight crime than to put people in cages of armored concrete.
Every one should be completely equal Laborers must be a little bit more equal than rich folks Folks with money have to die the same way as folks on a fixed income-and in the same hospital beds.
Thats when we thought stock holders were a kind of animal, who lived in America, with cigars and market laws and blue-frozen blacks who stood and breathed white steam and warmed their hands over a fire in the Bronx, or the Bowery. What happened to Flower Power and Make Love, not war?
Historietime med Odd Børretzen og Lars Martin Myhre. Hjertet mitt blir betydelig mykere og ømmere. Tusen takk.
Takk for denne! :))
Elsker det! drit kult altså!!
Mange takk! finnes det flere live videos av Odd og Lars Martin paa Internet?
Hi, I read an English translation of it recently at a lecture. The translator was aware enough of these metaphors to make them understandable. I will post her translation here as soon as I get it.
Ja. Hvor ble av oss?
And for that matter, what happened to Finance Minster Per Kleppe? What happened to anti-inflationary policies? When did the market law come swimming in from the big world? What happened to the dreams of the big welfare? What happened to the hospitality that took in relatives from the country, and refugees from Hungary? What became of the dream of the warm, beautiful and friendly world? And what has become of us?
Hej, could anyone translate the lyrics into English?
What happened to the hooded ski jackets, the slippers and the Norwegian sweaters?
What happened to the thermos bottles, the blisters and the fanny packs. And whatever happened to Einar Gerhardsen?
Once upon a time the Prime Minister rode his bike to work, and wore trouser bands. On Sundays he went for a ski trip with an anorakk and knickers, and maybe his wife and kids came along, and they had a camping stove. And the king took the trolley and paid for his own ticket.
What happened to the hooded ski jackets, the slippers and the Norwegian sweaters?
What happened to the thermos bottles, the blisters and the fanny packs. And whatever happened to Einar Gerhardsen?
What happened to the old fashioned fairness ideals? That everyone should be treated completely equally in the courtroom? And what happed to the state mortgage bank? And whatever happened to Louise Valle. She was the Minister of Justice and thought there were other ways to fight crime than to put people in cages of armored concrete.
Every one should be completely equal
Laborers must be a little bit more equal than rich folks
Folks with money have to die the same way as folks on a fixed income-and in the same hospital beds.
Thats when we thought stock holders were a kind of animal, who lived in America, with cigars and market laws and blue-frozen blacks who stood and breathed white steam and warmed their hands over a fire in the Bronx, or the Bowery. What happened to Flower Power and Make Love, not war?