Lyrics and translation GeilerAsDu - Gedankegäng

Gedankegäng

1 (Luzi):

Es ish eifach, es isch kei Erchlärig wert/
Weltflucht, ich stell mir vor det wäri gern
Bruche mini fantasie so als öb sie Ernährig wär/
Ungefähr mit siebni gründi en imaginäri Gang/
Jede mitere Adresse und ere Lebensgschicht/
Jede i mine Hobbys besser als mis echte Ich/
Weltflucht, was wetsch si chlemme Karton zwüsched d'Speiche und dis Velo tönt wien es Töffli/
S'Hochbett isch leer, nur es Buech liit no det
Wenn mi suechsch gang zwüsche de siite en Tennisschläger, ä Gitarre, es Stofftier min Beschützer und Wrestling Gegner/
Nach drü Gable fertig gässe/
Wieder use go spiele wart mal /
Mir sind scho gross worde, mir müend üs zemenäh/
Uf eimal isch alles irgend en Erchlärig wert/
Ahh leeri Wert bruchemer als obd Ernährig wäred/
Lebed id sinere andere Art vo Märliwält/
Wäred gern Prinzessine, Pirate, kenned alli Harry Potter Characktere bim Name/
Aber düend de coolers halbe als würs de gad ned ifalle/
Ich gseh immerno die Musig in Farbe/
Bescheidig für dini Nerdness ischmer gliich alte/
Ich bhalte ebbis i mir wo öbbe immer glich alt ish/
Falls i vergisse zuezlose wenn e ziitlang redsch/
Luegi is leer lueg s'leere chasch gad usmale wie du wetsch/

Mini Gedankegäng das sind gar kei Gäng
Meh so einsami Strasse ade Küste
(Und sind so breit wo niemerd stoppt, niemerd gfind, niemerd fahrt ufem gliche Film)
Mini Gedankegäng das sind gar kei Gäng
Es ish meh so es jogge über d'Milchstrass
(Gliich gschwingigkeit, niemerd wo seit übertribs ned, min Film Action)

Thought Train

1 (Luzi):

It's easy, it's not worth explaining
Escapism, I imagine being there
Using my imagination as if it were nourishment
Around the age of seven, I founded an imaginary street
Each with its address and life story
Each of them better at my hobbies than my real self
Escapism, why do you squeeze a piece of cardboard between the spokes of your bike, it sounds like a motorcycle
The loft bed is empty, only a book remains there
If you're looking for me, go between the pages, a tennis racket, a guitar, a stuffed animal, my protector, and wrestling opponent
After three tries, I finished eating
Going out to play again, wait a minute,
We've already grown up, we have to pull ourselves together
Suddenly everything is worth explaining
Oh, yes, we need empty values as if they were nourishment
Living in another kind of fairy-tale world
Wanting to be princesses, pirates, knowing the names of all the Harry Potter characters
But acting cool as if you don't even notice
I still see music in colors
Although I apologize for my nerdiness
I keep something in me that always stays the same
In case I forget to listen when you talk for a while
Look at the void. You can paint it in any way you want.

My train of thought, those aren't paths at all
More like lonely roads on the coast
(And they're so wide that no one stops, no one finds, no one drives on the same film)
My train of thought, those aren't paths at all
It's more like jogging through the Milky Way
(Same speed, no one says "don't overdo it," my film is action)