Paroles et traduction Achim Reichel - Rolling Home

Rolling Home

Von Hamborg fohr so′n ohlen Kassen
Mit Namen heet he Magellon
Dor weer bi Dog keen Tied tom Brassen
Dat leet se al bit Obends stohn!

Roling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to di old Hamborg
Rolling home, mien Deern to di!

Bi Dag dor kunn dat weihn un blosen
Do weer noch lang keen Hand anleggt
Doch slegt de Klock erstmol veer Glosen
Donn weer de ganze Plünnkram steckt!

Roling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to di old Hamborg
Rolling home, mien Deern to di!

Dat weer so recht den Ohln sien Freeten –
Dat gung em öber Danz un Ball –
Darr Janmaat grod de Piep ansteken
Dan rööp de Ohl: "Pull Grootmarsfall!"

Roling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to di old Hamborg
Rolling home, mien Deern to di!

Dat kunn de Kerl verdeubelt ropen
Dat weer em just so no'n Strich
Man schraal de Wind denn noch sechs Streeken –
Wat weer der Kerl denn gnatterich

Roling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to di old Hamborg
Rolling home, mien Deern to di!

Un unsen heilgen stillen Freedog –
Wat doch uns höchste Festdag is –
Un unsen heilgen Buß- und Beeddog
Dor seggt de Ohl: "Dat giff dat nich!"

Roling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to di old Hamborg
Rolling home, mien Deern to di!

Roling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to di old Hamborg
Rolling home, mien Deern to di!

Rolling Home

From Hamburg sailed an old schooner
Her name was Magellon
There was no time for gossiping during the day
They had to let her stand until evening!

Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old Hamburg
Rolling home, my darling, to you!

During the day the winds could gust and blow
There was still no time to set to work
But when the clock first struck four bells
Then the whole gear was stowed!

Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old Hamburg
Rolling home, my darling, to you!

It was just the old man's delight –
That was more fun for him than dancing or a ball –
As soon as the sailor would light his pipe
The old man would shout: "Haul the main topsail!"

Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old Hamburg
Rolling home, my darling, to you!

The fellow could shout it doubly
That was just his cup of tea
But if the wind then veered six points –
How that fellow would grumble

Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old Hamburg
Rolling home, my darling, to you!

And our holy, peaceful Good Friday –
Which is our highest holiday –
And our holy Day of Repentance and Prayer
The old man said: "That doesn't exist!"

Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old Hamburg
Rolling home, my darling, to you!

Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old Hamburg
Rolling home, my darling, to you!