Lyrics and translation Lo & Leduc - Im erschte Tram

Im erschte Tram

Mir si wie Tram aus hätte mer uf de Stirn ä Nummrä
Gäbe mir au Gas u dreihe glich nume im Chreis
U mir chöme, mir chöme grad knapp über die Runde
S geit de Stutz uf, doch dr Stutz geit nid uf du weisch
Du weisch o Usstieger si a Hautesteue bundä
Fahre schwarz u kenne Gsichter vo dene Schnöiz
Mi steue Weiche, doch wär het die Gleis erfunde
Freiheit isch es Medi und si dosieres wie sie wei
Und i weiss nid
Bisch du scho wider oder geng no wach
I würd di gern so villes frage, aber me redt nid im erschte Tram
Nei me redt nid im erschte Tram
Dis Gsicht isch schön und glich verschlafe
I wet di so villes frage, aber me redt nid im erschte Tram
Nei me redt nid im erschte Tram
Drum sitzeni stumm i dem Tram in
I bi übernächtigt, du bisch vilech nur früeh uf, ey
Aber mir si beidi tief versunke
Ob schlaf oder betrunke
Beidi finge mir ke Grund
U du weisch
Vilech gspüre mer de Puls vo dere Stadt nid
Aber dsch kes Wunder, wiu jedi Stadt het es Härz us Stei
Drum heimer jede Tag morgeroti Ouge
Die Medi gän üs Freiheit, mir dosieres wie mir wei

In the First Tram

We're like trams with numbers on our foreheads
Even when we push the pedal, we just go in circles
And we're just barely making ends meet
We earn money, but it doesn't seem to add up, you know
You know, dropouts are seen as the lowest of the low
I ride without a ticket and I know the faces of the ticket inspectors
I control my switches, but who invented these tracks
Freedom is a drug and they give us the dose they want
And I don't know
Are you awake again or still asleep
There's so much I want to ask you, but we don't talk on the first tram
No, we don't talk on the first tram
Your face is beautiful, though sleepy
There's so much I want to ask you, but we don't talk on the first tram
No, we don't talk on the first tram
So we sit silently on this tram
I'm exhausted, you're probably just an early riser
But we're both deeply lost in thought
Whether from sleep or from intoxication
Neither of us can find a reason
And you know
Maybe we don't feel the pulse of this city
But it's no wonder, because every city has a heart of stone
That's why we have bloodshot eyes every morning
The media gives us freedom, and we take it in whatever dose we want