Paroles et traduction BAP - Denn mer sinn widder wer

Denn mer sinn widder wer

Wo mer och hinluhrt: nur noch deutschland
Su penetrant, wie ich et noch nit kanns
Als jööv et sons nix mieh:
En zeidung, fernsehn und em radio
Em bus un ahn der wand vum männerklo
Als jööv et sons nix mieh:
Mir sinn nabel der welt,
Un ahm tellerrand
Hällt uns phantasie
Kei jewesse mieh quält,
Deutscher fleiss un deutsch jeld
Sons zällt janix mieh.
Refrain:
Denn mehr sinn widder
Zwesche alpe un meer
Un vum rhing bess zur oder... wie lang nit mieh
Mir sinn fürchterlich stolz
Schwenke schwazz, ruut un jold
Singe hymne su laut wie lang nimieh
Deutsch-besoffe vüür glöck
Keine bleck mieh zoröck
Nur noch vörrahn, wie panzer.wie lang nit mieh
Wer nit metläuf, hätt pesch
Op de sick – uss dem wäsch!
He kütt deutschland... wie lang nit mieh
Symptome kollektiver amnesie
Un jedem parasit der euphorie
Jeht mer jetz op der liehm, fällt jubelnd op en rinn.
Met deutscher reichsfahn un met bomberjack
Misch met, em jröössenwahn – dat brunge pack
Beim danz öm't jold'ne kalv.
"Wer danze will, dä darf!"
Mir sinn nabeld der welt...

But We Are Who Again

Wherever I may go - only Germany
So pervasive as I have never experienced
As if nothing else exists:
In the newspaper, on television and the radio
On the bus and on the wall of the men's restroom
As if nothing else exists:
We are the navel of the world,
And at the edge of the earth,
Our imagination fails us.
No conscience torments us any more,
German diligence and German money
Nothing else matters any more.
Chorus:
For we are who again
Between the Alps and the sea
And from the Rhine to the Oder... for how much longer?
We are terribly proud,
Waving black, red, and gold,
Singing the anthem as loud as we have in ages.
German, drunk with happiness,
No more looking back
Only forward, like panzers. For how much longer?
Anyone who doesn't follow along is out of luck
Get out of the way!
Here comes Germany... for how much longer?
Symptoms of collective amnesia
And parasites of euphoria,
We are sliding down into the mud now, falling into it with jubilation.
With the German imperial flag and bomber jacket,
Mingle with the true believers, the brown mob,
In the dance around the golden calf.
"Those who want to dance, may dance!"
We are the navel of the world...