Freio - BAP Übersetzung ins Englische

Freio

1)
"Freio he jilt et nit mieh!
Ich benn em Freio, su woor et affjemaat.
Freio nä echt mir deit der Fooß wieh!
Freio " un schon ess alles klar.
" Freio ", roofe Pänz un springe op'ne Stein,
sinn jerett, denn Zick un Raum ess kei Problem.

2)
" Freio " hühr ich mich selvs noch roofe.
" Freio ", off hann ich mich verstellt.
" Freio " un benn dann fottjelaufe.
" Freio " woor et schönste Woot der Welt.
Doch wie jede Zauber lööt och dä he noh
Zick un Raum sinn irjendwann doch op eimohl do.

Refr.:
Loss mich en Rauh Hey, Freio!
He jilt et nit, wat aff, ich krisch dich!
Jank doch nohuss, wenn du nur pfuschs Jung, jehste besser nohuss.
Loss mich eh Rauh! Hey, loss mich endlich en Rauh!

3)
" Freio " jilt nit em Puff en Bangkok.
" Freio " jilt nit em Libanon.
" Freio " jilt nit om Müll vun Bombay.
" Freio " iss Luxus Kinderkroom.
" Freio " jilt nit für dat Klein om Babystrich,
nit für dä Kindsoldat en irjendnem dreckje Bürgerkreesch.

Refr.:
Loss mich en Rauh Hey, Freio!
He jilt et nit, wat aff, ich krisch dich!
Jank doch nohuss, wenn du nur pfuschs Jung, jehste besser nohuss.
Loss mich eh Rauh! Hey, loss mich endlich en Rauh!

Freio

1)
"Freio" – it doesn't work anymore, my dear!
I was in Freio, that's how it was supposed to be.
Freio really hurts my feet!
Freio – and everything is clear then.
"Freio," kids shout and jump on a stone,
they're saved, because time and space aren't a problem.

2)
"Freio" I hear myself shouting.
"Freio," I've disguised myself.
"Freio" and then I ran away.
"Freio" was the most beautiful word in the world.
But like every magic, this one fades too,
time and space are suddenly there again.

Chorus:
Let me out, rough hey, Freio!
It doesn't work, what a mess, I'll get you!
Cry at home, if you're just a clumsy boy, you better go home.
Let me out, rough! Hey, let me finally out!

3)
"Freio" doesn't work in a brothel in Bangkok.
"Freio" doesn't work in Lebanon.
"Freio" doesn't work among the garbage of Bombay.
"Freio" is a luxury, a child's dream.
"Freio" doesn't work for the little one on the baby line,
not for the child soldier in some dirty civil war.

Chorus:
Let me out, rough hey, Freio!
It doesn't work, what a mess, I'll get you!
Cry at home, if you're just a clumsy boy, you better go home.
Let me out, rough! Hey, let me finally out!