Paroles et traduction BAP - Diss Naach ess alles drin

Diss Naach ess alles drin

Steht he,"aushilfsweise"
Klar, paar Mark extra wöhr janz nett

Suwiesu, op Dauer weet mer et leid
Wemmer nur der janzen Daach met ner Jummilimo
He ahm Büdsche steht

Jede Veedelstund ne Bus
Et steich wer enn, et steich wer uss
Su′n Veedelstund ess janz schön lang
Un eez en Woch ens - Mann oh Mann!

Dat mem Sonja ess wohl vorbei
Ich hann et jo kumme sinn
Sick dä Niete met dä Liehrstell, Ahnfang Mai

Ich jläuv, ihr Mutter, die Ahl ess dodrahn schuld
Ihr Doochter künnt jet Bess'res hann, säht se
Naja, wat soll′t?

Glich kütt dä Andy mem Escort
Singem blaue 69er Ford
Un dann maache mer eine drop
Diss Naach hällt uns keiner op

Wat hällste vun ner Opwärm-Rund,
Eimohl öm de Stadt?
Nä echt, dat Feeling op der linke Spur ess der Hammer
Nä, Jung, dat krieje ich nit satt

Selvs et schärfste Teil em Spillsalong
Ess jäje sujet nix
Dä Winker drusse un et Fernleech ahn
Ruudekirche -Bocklemünd - Bayerkrüzz

Dann cool der Ring raff, op Brautschau
Schön langsam, Andy - ich weiß jenau:
Diss Naach, do hann mir zwei en Changs
Jetz kumm mir bloß nit, du hätts Angs!

Diss Naach, do jilt et
Diss Naach simmer widder wer
De Nord-Süd-Fahrt ropp un raff
Un dann de Altstadt krüzz un quer

Friedaach hammer, endlich!
Moondaachmorje 's noch lang hin
Kumm, schmieß der Jang rinn, Andy
Diss Naach ess alles drinn

Luhr, wie die Neonleechter uss- un ahnjonn
Wass met Kino? Stemp, zo spät
Oh nä, für Disco hann ich keine Nerv
Wat dodrinn affjeht, ess mer ech zo blöd

Dat ess fass noch schlemmer wie 'n Studentekneip
Mensch, wohr dä Typ verkrampf
Dä, dä uns letzte Woch bekehre wollt
Dä Spezialist met singem Klassenkampf

Kumm Jung, mer driehe noch en Rund
Duhrt suwiesu nur noch en Stund
Dann weet he et Trottoir huhjeklapp
Die hahle mer durch, maach bloß nit schlapp

Diss Naach do jilt et
Diss Naach simmer widder wer
De Nord-Süd-Fahrt ropp un raff
Un dann de Altstadt krüzz un quer

Friedaach hammer, endlich!
Moondaachmorje ′s noch lang hin
Kumm, schmieß der Jang rinn, Andy
Diss Naach ess alles drinn!

Diss Naach do jilt et
Diss Naach simmer widder wer
De Nord-Süd-Fahrt ropp un raff
Un dann de Altstadt krüzz un quer

This Night Has It All

Standing here, "just helping out"
Sure, a couple extra marks would be great

Of course, in the long run it gets tiresome
When you're just standing at the booth all day with a cheap soda
Here at the bus stop

Every hour, a bus
Someone gets on, someone gets off
An hour can be a long time
And once a week - oh man!

It's probably over with Sonja
I should have seen it coming
That loser with the apprenticeship, at the beginning of May

I think her mother, that old woman, is to blame
She says her daughter could have someone better
Oh well, what can you do?

Andy's coming soon with his Escort
His blue '69 Ford
And then we'll go for a ride
Tonight, nobody's gonna stop us

What do you think of a warm-up lap,
Around the city once?
Seriously, the feeling in the left lane is amazing
Man, I can't get enough of it

Even the hottest game in the arcade
Can't compare to this
The lights flashing outside and the high beams on
Roodkirche - Bocklemünd - Bayerkrüzz

Then cool down, cruise the ring, looking for a girl
Nice and slow, Andy - I know exactly:
Tonight, we have a chance
Don't you dare tell me you're scared!

Tonight, it's all or nothing
Tonight, we're somebody again
Up and down the North-South Freeway
And then through the Old Town, criss-cross

It's Friday, finally!
Monday morning is still a long way off
Come on, put the car in gear, Andy
Tonight, everything's possible

Look at the neon lights going on and off
How about a movie? Too late
Oh no, I don't have the patience for a disco
What goes on in there, I don't even want to know

That's almost worse than a student pub
Man, that guy was so uptight
The one who wanted to convert us last week
That specialist with his class struggle

Come on, let's do another lap
It'll only take another hour anyway
Then they'll close the sidewalks
We'll make it through, just don't give up

Tonight, it's all or nothing
Tonight, we're somebody again
Up and down the North-South Freeway
And then through the Old Town, criss-cross

It's Friday, finally!
Monday morning is still a long way off
Come on, put the car in gear, Andy
Tonight, everything's possible!

Tonight, it's all or nothing
Tonight, we're somebody again
Up and down the North-South Freeway
And then through the Old Town, criss-cross