Paroles et traduction BAP - Chlodwigplatz

Chlodwigplatz

Ich sinn mich noch met däm Damenrad un dä Nietebozz
Ahn dä Thek vun däm Büüdche om Chlodwigplatz.
Op dä Litfaßsäul Marlon Brando met 'nem Südseeschoss,
Un dä Theo jitt Limo un Manna uss.
Die Vringspooz, et "Roxy", dä "Schuh Schön" un dä "Hermanns Tünn"
Un jää'növver dat Huus met däm hillije Severin
Un däm Laade, wo ich opjewaaße benn.

Un dann die Johre, de Eck erömm, ahm Ubierring,
Wo dä Himmel voll Pinsel un Palette hing.
All die Näächte met all dä Verröckte em "Chlodwig Eck"
Un die Wahnsinnszick enn dä Schokoladefabrik.
'92 em November wohr ich ziemlich platt,
Weil janz Kölle kräät dä Arsch huh un kohm nohm Chlodwigplatz
Un die Zäng ussenander, om Chlodwigplatz.

He benn ich jeboore, he wohr ich zohuss,
Enn däm Aachhundertmeter-Radius.
He kenn ich all Platane beim Name, jede Spatz,
Jede Stein enn dä Muhr vun dä ahle Stadt.
Minge Nabel der Welt blieht dä Chlodwigplatz.

Et letzte jeföhlte Johrhundert nur Krach un Dreck,
Wohr dä Chlodwigplatz hinger 'ner Brizz versteck.
Mer hätt kaum noch draan jejläuv, doch sujar dat verjing –
Wie et "Roxy", dä "Schuh Schön", dä "Herrmanns Tünn"
Un dä Laade, wo ich opjewaaße benn.

Dat ess schon okay su, weil die Welt sich drieht.
Dat ess schon okay su – okay –, dat et wigger jeht.
Dat ess schon okay su, dat ess total normal.
Dat leef schon immer su, nit nur he, övverall.

He benn ich jeboore, he wohr ich zohuss,
Enn däm Aachhundertmeter-Radius.
He kenn ich all Platane beim Name, jede Spatz,
Jede Stein enn dä Muhr vun dä ahle Stadt.
Minge Nabel der Welt blieht dä Chlodwigplatz.

Chlodwigplatz

Oh my dear, I still see myself on that ladies' bicycle with the studded tires,
At the counter of that booth on Chlodwigplatz.
On the advertising pillar Marlon Brando with a sarong,
And Theo serves lemonade and manna.
The Vringspooz, the "Roxy", the "Schuh Schön" and the "Hermanns Tünn"
And opposite the house with the holy Severin,
And the shop where I grew up.

And then the years, around the corner, at the Ubierring,
Where the sky was full of brushes and palettes.
All those nights with all the crazies at the "Chlodwig Eck"
And the crazy times in the chocolate factory.
In November '92 I was pretty flat,
Because all of Cologne raised hell and came to Chlodwigplatz
And their jaws dropped, at Chlodwigplatz.

Here I was born, here I lived at home,
In a radius of a hundred meters.
Here I know every plane tree by name, every sparrow,
Every stone in the wall of the old city.
My navel of the world remains Chlodwigplatz.

The last perceived century only noise and dirt,
Chlodwigplatz was hidden behind a breeze block wall.
One would hardly have believed it, but even that passed –
Like the "Roxy", the "Schuh Schön", the "Herrmanns Tünn"
And the shop where I grew up.

That's okay, because the world is turning.
That's okay – okay – that it's going on.
That's okay, that's completely normal.
It's always been that way, not only here, everywhere.

Here I was born, here I lived at home,
In a radius of a hundred meters.
Here I know every plane tree by name, every sparrow,
Every stone in the wall of the old city.
My navel of the world remains Chlodwigplatz.