Die Stadt - Live - Höhner Übersetzung ins Englische

Die Stadt - Live

Grau, die Stadt un grau es dä Strom
Bloot es rud un alt es dr Dom
Minsche krümme sich elend vör Nut
Prunk un Stöötz – em Dreck litt Brut
Mol se dir schön – von mir us en Jold
Mol se dir heil – dann drääs de kein Schuld
Mol, dat se dir et letzte noch nemmp
Mol se rich – un alles stemmp
En dieser Stadt jitt et jode un schläächte
Schwache un starke met jet en dr Mauh
Ärme un riche un linke un räächte
Einer es brav – dä andre schlau
Alt die Stadt – doch innerlich jung
Schwer verjeff' un doch hätt se Schwung
Schrief: He liejen de Lück en dr Soot
Schrief: He jitt et Lück met Moot
Alles stemmp – un alles stemmp nit
Schlag ne Ärme dann beste en quitt
Klüngel es e krank Sediment
Wer drüvver laach, die Stadt nit kennt
Mer fiere vaterstädtische Feste
Karneval fiere sujar schon uns Pänz
Mer sin em fiere noch immer de Beste
Dat met dr Heiterkeit nemme mr äänz!
Kölsch hei' Bier – katholisch es Kölsch
Paafe un Puffs – Jeschwüre der Zigg
Rotz un Wasser, kriesche nur mer
Dr Kreech es noh – die Hoffnung wigg!
Pänz sin frech un Kinder han Jlöck
Schlemm die Stadt – doch ich kumm zoröck
Vell es mies un dat ben ich satt
Ich vermess nur die Lück us dr Stadt
Lück met Jewesse un Lück met Jewehre
Fremde un Türke – dr Tünnes un Schäl
Schloppkrade, Hillije un stolze Prolete
Liebe määt jung un Neid määt jääl
Ov sööss oder bitter – du muß övverlääve
Jot oder schlääch – et es uns Stadt!

The City - Live

Gray, the city and gray it is the river
Only red and old is the Cathedral
People are bending over in misery from need
Splendor and arrogance – in the dirt lies filth
Sometimes it will be beautiful to you – from me in gold
Sometimes it will be sacred to you – then it will bear no guilt
Sometimes, that it will still take the last from you
Sometimes it is rich – and everything fits together
In this city there are good and bad people
Weak and strong with something to say
Poor and rich and left and right
One is good – the other is clever
Old is the city – but young at heart
Hard to forgive and yet it has momentum
It cries: Here lie the people in the mud
It cries: Here there are people with courage
Everything fits together – and nothing fits together
Help the poor then you are acquitted
Cronyism is a sick sentiment
Whoever laughs about it, doesn't know the city
We celebrate local festivals
We even celebrate carnival with our children
We are still the best at celebrating
We take cheerfulness seriously!
Cologne is beer – Kölsch is Catholic
Priests and brothels – sores of the time
Only scream and shout about it
The war is near – hope is far away!
Children are cheeky and children have luck
The city is bad – but I'll come back
Much is bad and I'm sick of it
I only measure the people of the city
People with conscience and people with weapons
Strangers and Turks – Tünnes and Schäl
Tramps, saints and proud proletarians
Love makes young and envy makes jealous
Whether sweet or bitter – you have to survive
Good or bad – it's our city!