Olaf el vikingo
Todos en la tribu le tienen miedo,
Olaf el vikingo es frío como el hielo.
No hay nada, no hay nadie
que detenga sus impulsos de barbarie.
Come carne, carne cruda,
ruedan las cabezas en caso de duda,
habla con la boca llena
y hace su ensalada con aceite de ballena.
No existe el miedo para Olaf,
no existe el miedo.
No existe el miedo,
Olaf el vikingo no tiene miedo.
Nadie entra en su fiordo,
porque pronto se irían al fondo.
Olaf no piensa, Olaf no escucha,
solo quiere empezar la lucha.
Ya no quedan enemigos,
Olaf el vikingo está muy aburrido.
Ahora trabaja en la trata de blancas
y pasa las tardes jugando a la petanca.
No existe el miedo para Olaf,
no existe el miedo.
No existe el miedo,
Olaf el vikingo no tiene miedo.
Olaf the Viking
Everyone in the tribe is scared of him,
Olaf the Viking is cold as ice.
There's nothing, no one
that can stop his savage urges.
He eats meat, raw meat,
heads roll if there's any doubt,
he talks with his mouth full
and makes his salad with whale oil.
Fear doesn't exist for Olaf,
fear doesn't exist.
Fear doesn't exist,
Olaf the Viking has no fear.
No one enters his fjord,
because they'd soon sink to the bottom.
Olaf doesn't think, Olaf doesn't listen,
he just wants to start the fight.
There are no enemies left,
Olaf the Viking is really bored.
Now he works in human trafficking
and spends his afternoons playing pétanque.
Fear doesn't exist for Olaf,
fear doesn't exist.
Fear doesn't exist,
Olaf the Viking has no fear.