Lyrics and translation Lo & Leduc - Madrugada mia

Madrugada mia

I ha dä Liechterchetichugäler u i schribe ihre Skylines.
U me gesehts liechter wes dunkler wird
U si sech het wegdreiht
U rot wird, unger geit aus müesst si säch für öppis schäme.
U i weiss mir dräihe im Kreis,
Aber mir chöme när immer wieder zäme.
U vilech meini meischtens i chön mir ds leischte doch ner weisi nid wi nis vrdiene.
Si isch??? viläch bini broke aber richer isch niemer.
Und i gloub mir rede nid vom gliche,
Rede mir vo Gold oder rede mir vo Schinä?
Lueg ihrä wärs lieber chönnt me di Wimpere no imprägniere,
So das niemeh ä Träne chiem.
Mä cha dr Himmu nid gnauer beschribe,
Aus we du nä beschribsch.
Für jedi Stung ä Strich,
Wo im Dunkle hie verstricht bis du mi wieder fingsch.
Lueg wi mi verstrichsch,
Lueg wie mi verstrichsch!
Si het ä Ougeufschlag wi nä Theatervorhang.
Ihri Wimpere si ä Rahme us Gold.
Ds Liecht so hell, dass weisch werum Liebi blind macht. Ihres strahle isch umwerfend,
Aber sie aus angere aus ungfährlech,
Wüu we sech immer aues um sie dräiht, de muess eim ja irgendwenn sturm wärde.
So dasi nüm weiss wo obe und unge isch.
So dasi nüm weiss äb si no ume isch.
De wird ig ä chline Petrus u dä wuchevorhang gheit u de gheie Träne u sie geit u wo mir ersch denn es Liecht ufgäng.
Lueg ihrä wärs lieber chönnt me di Wimpere no imprägniere,
So das niemeh ä Träne chiem.
Mä cha dr Himmu nid gnauer beschribe,
Aus we du nä beschribsch.
Für jedi Stung ä Strich,
Wo im Dunkle hie verstricht bis du mi wieder fingsch.
Lueg wi mi verstrichsch,
Lueg wie mi verstrichsch!
Für jedi Stung ä Strich,
Wo im Dunkle hie verstricht bis du mi wieder fingsch.
Lueg wi mi verstrichsch,
Lueg wie mi verstrichsch!

My Midnight

I am that light painter who paints her skylines.
And for me it gets brighter when it gets darker
And she has turned away
And it turns red, goes out, she must be ashamed of something.
And I know we are going in circles,
But we always end up together.
And maybe I think I can afford it, but I don't know how to earn it.
She is??? maybe I'm broke but no one is richer.
And I don't think we are talking about the same thing,
Are we talking about gold or are we talking about beauty?
Look, she would prefer if you could waterproof her eyelashes,
So that no one would ever see a tear again.
You can't describe the sky more accurately,
Than how you describe it.
A line for every hour,
That passes by in the darkness until you find me again.
See how you paint me,
See how you paint me!
She has an eye shot like a theater curtain.
Her eyelashes are a frame of gold.
The light is so bright that you know why love makes you blind. Her radiance is stunning,
But she is as dangerous as any other,
Because when everything always revolves around her, one must eventually get dizzy.
So that I no longer know what is up and what is down.
So that I no longer know if she is still around.
Then I become a little Peter and the curtain rises and then there are tears and she goes and when I see the light it is too late.
Look, she would prefer if you could waterproof her eyelashes,
So that no one would ever see a tear again.
You can't describe the sky more accurately,
Than how you describe it.
A line for every hour,
That passes by in the darkness until you find me again.
See how you paint me,
See how you paint me!
A line for every hour,
That passes by in the darkness until you find me again.
See how you paint me,
See how you paint me!