Lyrics and translation BAP - Duude Bloome (Unplugged Version)

Duude Bloome (Unplugged Version)

Letzte Woch Donnersdaach feel em Finster vun 'nem Laade minge Bleck op ene Stohl,
Do wohr doch jet ... 'ne Stohl, met Seid bespannt, un plötzlich wohrste do:
Susanna (völlig klar!) enn 'nem offne rosa Waare, Herrjott, wat für e' Bild!
Ruutblonde Hoore un nur ahm Jaare, Susanna, wohrs do wild!
Wer scheck hückzedaach noch duude Bloome met der Bundespost?
(Affjesinn dovun, da' 'sch längs verhieroot benn!)
Wat, Susanna, wöhr uss uns jewoode? ("Wer et hätt jewoss?")
Dich zo hahle wohr unmöchlich, wohr nit drin.
Dann dä Daach noh dä Naach, enn der alles enn de Bozz jing, Pänz spillte 'm Hingerhoff.
Ich sinn dä Stohl noch, dä durch die Buud flooch, Tja, unverhoff kütt off.
Susanna, wunderbar, un e' Jraav met welke Ruuse, schad öm dä schöne Stohl!
Schad öm die Vas un ... ich wohr wohl zo jung, Kein Ahnung, wat dat sollt.
Wer scheck hückzedaach noch duude Bloome Met der Bundespost?
(Affjesinn dovun, da' 'sch längs verhieroot benn!)
Wat, Susanna, wöhr uss uns jewoode? ("Wer et hätt jewoss?")
Dich zo hahle wohr unmöchlich, wohr nit drin.

Dried Flowers (Unplugged Version)

Last Thursday in the darkness of a shop, my gaze fell on a chair,
There it was... a chair upholstered in silk, and suddenly you were there:
Susanna (completely clear!) in a revealing pink dress, my goodness, what a sight!
Blonde hair and only a chain around your neck, Susanna, you were wild back then!
Who sends dried flowers by post nowadays?
(Despite the fact that I've been married for ages!)
What, Susanna, would have become of us? ("Who would have known?")
Having you was impossible, it just wasn't meant to be.
Then the day after the night when everything went to hell in a handbasket, kids were playing in the backyard.
I can still see the chair flying through the apartment. Yes, the unexpected can happen.
Susanna, it was wonderful, and a grave with withered roses, what a waste of a beautiful chair!
What a waste of a vase and... I was probably too young. No idea what it was all about.
Who sends dried flowers by post nowadays?
(Despite the fact that I've been married for ages!)
What, Susanna, would have become of us? ("Who would have known?")
Having you was impossible, it just wasn't meant to be.