Paroles et traduction BAP - Griefbar Noh

Griefbar Noh

Zojefroore litt dä See,
Et weed langsam hell, hä woor schon ens he,
Schwemme liere sollt′e domohls.
Nüng Levve hätt'e wie en Katz.
Dat, wat jraad dran ess, hätt′e ziemlich satt.
Op singem Drootseil steht'e rootlos.
Die Hugg uss Horn op singer Seel ess wund,
Ahnjesunge en unzählje Stunde,
E wiess Emailjeschild säät "Salzburg"!
Schnie weed Rään, dann duhrt et niemieh lang,
Dat du ohm Bahnsteig stehs un - jottseidank -
E Netz opspanns, dat ihm Balance jitt.
Gare de l'Est, Cafe des Arrivees,
De Häng jewärmp ahn nem Cafe au Lait.
Hä hührt sing Stemm, die wie vun selvs sprich.
Leis sing′e Leed vüür, wat ne Jung en Rom
Vüür Johre schriff, eins wat ihm immer schon
′Ne Leuchturm woor; 't fählt nur dä Stadtplan.
Paris pulsiert schon oder immer noch,
Hä spillt dä fröhliche, du merks et... doch,
Hilfs ihm sing Bleijedanke draare.
Vier Kinderaure siehte Daach un Naach,
Ob e nu schlööf, oder wie miestens waach,
Alles op Null - darf hä dat woore?
Refr.:
Op eimohl woor et griefbar noh,
Jet wat wie uss nem andre Levve woor.
Dat Jeföhl woor plötzlich do,
Diffus un unbestemmp,
Doch et woor griefbar noh.
Eck St. Marks un Second Avenue
Zwei Mohnd später noch e Deja Vu:
En Handvoll Loser op Silvester.
Jeruch vun Färv, knallwiess Neonleech.
Jrundierte Leinwäng un e blass Jeseech,
Ne Fründ ahm Eng ... oder ahm Ahnfang?
Da′s zehn Johr her, doch wat hück intressiert
Ess dat e't endlich widder en sich spürt,
′T widder do, dat lang vermesste Fieber.
Schutzengel, ... hühr ihm zo,
Sick dämm Daach weiss e, dat e su wie du
Widder jevve kann - un zwar uss Liebe.
Refr.:
Op eimohl woor et griefbar noh,
Jet wat wie uss nem andre Levve woor.
Dat Jeföhl woor plötzlich do,
Diffus un unbestemmp,
Doch et woor griefbar noh

Griefbar Noh

Frozen a little bit by the lake,
It's slowly getting brighter, he was already here once,
He was supposed to go swimming back then.
Nine lives he has like a cat.
He's pretty fed up with what's going on right now.
He stands rootless on his tightrope.
The hook made of horn on his soul is sore,
Sung by countless hours,
A white enamel sign says "Salzburg"!
Snow turns to rain, then it won't be long,
That you're standing on the platform - thank God -
And holding up a net that gives him balance.
Gare de l'Est, Cafe des Arrivees,
His hands warmed over a cafe au lait.
He hears his voice, which speaks as if by itself.
He sings himself a song that a boy wrote in Rome
Years ago, one that has always been
A lighthouse for him; only the city map is missing.
Paris is already pulsating or still,
He plays the happy one, you notice... but,
Help him keep his burden of lead out of it.
Four children's ears see day and night,
Whether he's sleeping now, or mostly awake as usual,
Everything at zero - is he allowed to be real?
Chorus:
Suddenly it became palpable close,
Something like from another life.
The feeling was suddenly there,
Vague and uncertain,
But it was palpable close.
Eck St. Marks and Second Avenue
Two months later another Deja Vu:
A handful of losers on New Year's Eve.
Smell of paint, bright white neon light.
Primed canvases and a pale face,
A friend at the end... or at the beginning?
That's ten years ago, but what interests me today
Is that he finally feels it again,
It's back again, the long-lost fever.
Guardian angel, ... listen to him,
Since that day I know that I can give like you,
Again - and out of love.
Chorus:
Suddenly it became palpable close,
Something like from another life.
The feeling was suddenly there,
Vague and uncertain,
But it was palpable close