Paroles et traduction BAP - Denn mir sinn widder wer

Denn mir sinn widder wer

Wo mer och hinluhrt: Nur noch Deutschland,
Su penetrant, wie ich et noch nit kannt,
Als jööv et sons nix mieh.

En Zeidung, Fernsehn un em Radio,
Em Bus un ahn der Wand vum Männerklo,
Als jööv et sons nix mieh.

Mir sinn der Nabel der Welt,
Nur ahm Tellerrand hällt
Uns Phantasie.
Kei Jewesse mieh quält,
Deutscher Fleiß un deutsch Jeld,
Sons zällt janix mieh.

Refr.:
Denn mer sinn widder wer,
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 nit mieh.
Deutschbesoffe 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 et joldene Kalv. " Wer danze will, dä darf ".

Mir sinn der Nabel der Welt,
Nur ahm Tellerrand hällt
Uns Phantasie.
Kei Jewesse mieh quält,
Deutscher Fleiß un deutsch Jeld,
Sons zällt janix mieh.

Because we are who we are again

Wherever we go: Only Germany,
So penetrating, like I've never known it,
As if there was nothing else anymore.

In newspapers, on TV and on the radio,
On the bus and on the wall of the men's room,
As if there was nothing else anymore.

We are the center of the world,
Only at the edge of our plates does
Our imagination stop.
No conscience torments us anymore,
German diligence and German money,
Nothing else matters anymore.

Chorus:
Because we are who we are again,
Between the Alps and the sea
And from the Rhine to the Oder, like never before.
We are terribly proud,
We wave black, red and gold,
We sing the national anthem as loud as never before.
Drunk with German luck,
No more looking back,
Only forwards, like tanks, like never before.
Those who don't join us are unlucky,
On the ground, out of the way!
Here comes Germany, like never before.

Symptoms of collective amnesia
And every parasite of euphoria
Now walks on the mud, falls jubilantly into it.

With the German imperial flag and bomber jacket
Mix with the brown mob in their megalomania,
In the dance around the golden calf. "He who wants to dance, may".

We are the center of the world,
Only at the edge of our plates does
Our imagination stop.
No conscience torments us anymore,
German diligence and German money,
Nothing else matters anymore.