Paroles et traduction BAP - Frankie un er

Frankie un er

Tja, sing Barthoore weede wieß,
övverhaup föhlt e′ sich wie e' Wrack,
Dä Typ, dä e′ em Speejel sieht,
Ess letzte Naach stekum versack.
Ohne Jrund, uss 'äm Nirjendwo
Meld sich aff un zo einfach dä Blues.
Sing Frau looch ald öm elf em Bett,
Un die Pänz sinn ald lang uss 'äm Huus.
Irj′nden Gameshow op RTL oder Sat.1,
E′ paar Jläser Wing,
Bess e' irj′ndwann op Frankie kohm:
"Wo maach dä Affjedriehte jetz sinn?"
Frankie un er, dat wohr die Zick,
Enn der selden nur jet ahnjebrannt,
Konventione wohr'n Spießerkrohm
Un Vernunft einfach unintressant.
Frankie un er, wenn′t drop ahnkohm
Noh dä letzte Rund noch bess ahn't Meer,
Wo′t Krokette zom Fröhstöck joov,
Bess noh Zandvoort, bess ahn et Meer,
Frankie un er, bess ahn et Meer ...
Un dann kohm noch zur Jeisterstund,
Ungertitelt, ne urahle Film:
Elia Kazan, met James Dean,
Dä e' mindestens zehnmohl jesinn.
Dissmohl nit, bloß kein Nostalgie,
Trotzdäm feel singe Vatter ihm ein,
Singe Sohn och, wat wohr e' wohl selvs
Für ′ne Vatter für singe Klein?
Frankie un er, wenn′t drop ahnkohm
Noh dä letzte Rund noch bess ahn't Meer,
Wo′t Krokette zom Fröhstöck joov,
Bess noh Zandvoort, bess ahn et Meer,
Frankie un er, bess ahn et Meer ...
Rosie schleef jed'nfalls, als e′ kohm.
Un 'ne Mohnd wie ′n Tequila-Zitron
Scheen en't Zemmer, hä bleet koot stonn:
"Ming Frau . su kann et jonn".
Un 'ne Clip met ′nem Transit leef em Zeitraffer aff:
Vun zwei Fründ′ un 'nem Mädche
– ′nem Siejer un einem, dä't nit jeschaff.
Frankie un er, wenn′t drop ahnkohm
Noh dä letzte Rund noch bess ahn't Meer,
Wo′t Krokette zom Fröhstöck joov,
Bess noh Zandvoort, bess ahn et Meer,
Frankie un er, bess ahn et Meer ...

Frankie and Me

Yeah, as you know, I'm completely exhausted,
I feel like a wreck,
The guy I see in the mirror,
Collapsed after a night out.
For no reason, out of nowhere,
The blues have just hit me.
My wife went to bed at eleven,
And the kids have long since left home.
Some game show on RTL or Sat.1,
A few glasses of red,
Until I suddenly thought of Frankie:
"Where is that crazy fool now?"
Frankie and I, that was a time,
When nothing could ever go wrong,
Conventions were for squares
And reason was simply boring.
Frankie and I, when it came down to it,
After the last round, we'd go down to the sea,
Where we'd have sausages for breakfast,
All the way to Zandvoort, all the way to the sea,
Frankie and I, all the way to the sea ...
And then, at the ghostly hour,
An untitled, ancient film came on:
Elia Kazan, with James Dean,
Which I've seen at least ten times.
Not this time, no nostalgia,
Even so, I missed my father,
My son too, what kind of father
Would I have been for my little boy?
Frankie and I, when it came down to it,
After the last round, we'd go down to the sea,
Where we'd have sausages for breakfast,
All the way to Zandvoort, all the way to the sea,
Frankie and I, all the way to the sea ...
Rosie was asleep when I got home,
And a moon like a tequila sunrise
Shone in the room, I just stood there:
"My wife... that's how it can be"
And a clip with a Transit van played in time-lapse:
Of two friends and a girl
- one a winner and one who didn't make it.
Frankie and I, when it came down to it,
After the last round, we'd go down to the sea,
Where we'd have sausages for breakfast,
All the way to Zandvoort, all the way to the sea,
Frankie and I, all the way to the sea ...