Paroles et traduction BAP - Alles em Lot (Remastered 2006)

Alles em Lot (Remastered 2006)

All Frore sin affjeet ess akzeptiert
Mir hann uns verdonn mir zwei mir hann uns verirrt
Wat ahnfing wiem Bilderbooch jing dann doch rischtung Jroscheroman
Ich han ding Breef nie kapiert un ming Leeder kohme nie bei dir ahn
Ne Hingerhof-Romeo zwesche Traumtanz und Realität
En rootlose Julia die′n sick Johr nur noch mißversteht
Nur selden wood zujehört noh un noh kaum not jet jesaat
Ahm engk nur noh resigniert verdrängk Illusionen jemaat
Es alles em Lot alles em Lot waat aff du wees sinn
Alles weet joot dat krie mer schon hin
Un 'e zerknittert Polaroid litt he om Desch vüür mir
Un Papier dat grau un durschradiert ess
Et kohm wie ′t kumme moht alles em Lot
Ne Hingerhof-Romeo stiert singe Zeddeel ahn dä immer noch leer
Hä weiss watte schrieve will nur dat wie fällt ihm unjewohnt schwer
Denn alles ess längs jesaat vill ze off driehten se sich em Kreis
Nur wat sie ihm noch bedügg ess wat sie höchswahrscheinlich nit wees
Hä steht op jeht raff nohm Fluß un denk "Ahm Eng verröht mir't dä Wind
Wie ich et ihr saare soll ich wööt su jähn ihre Fründ"
Es alles em Lot alles em Lot waat aff du wees sinn
Alles weet joot dat krie mer schon hin
Un 'e zerknittert Polaroid litt he om Desch vüür mir
Un Papier dat grau un durschradiert ess
Et kohm wie ′t kumme moht alles em Lot
Es alles em Lot alles em Lot
Alles weet joot alles weet joot
Un ′e zerknittert Polaroid litt he om Desch vüür mir
Un Papier dat grau un durschradiert ess
Et kohm wie 't kumme moht alles em Lot alles em Lot

Everything's Fine (Remastered 2006)

All the crap is accepted now
We've lost our way, we two, we've gone astray
What began like a storybook turned into a cheap novel
I never understood your letters, and my songs never reached you
A back-alley Romeo between dream dance and reality
A rootless Juliet who only misunderstands herself year after year
Rarely listened to anymore, and hardly anything is said anymore
Only resigned in the end, suppressing gathered illusions
It's all fine, it's all fine, whatever you think
Everything will be fine, we'll get there
And a crumpled Polaroid lies here on the table before me
And paper that's gray and scratched through
It came as it had to come, everything's fine
A back-alley Romeo stares at his note, which is still empty
He knows what he wants to write, only that how is unusually difficult for him
Because everything has long been said, circling too openly
Only what she still means to him is what she most likely doesn't know
He gets up, walks towards the river and thinks, "In the end, the wind will whisper to me
How I should tell her, I want her, your friend"
It's all fine, it's all fine, whatever you think
Everything will be fine, we'll get there
And a crumpled Polaroid lies here on the table before me
And paper that's gray and scratched through
It came as it had to come, everything's fine
It's all fine, it's all fine
Everything will be fine, everything will be fine
And a crumpled Polaroid lies here on the table before me
And paper that's gray and scratched through
It came as it had to come, everything's fine, everything's fine