Paroles et traduction BAP - Sandino

Sandino

Koot vüür Massaya steht links′ne Birch römm,
'Ne Birch, wie ′n Kinder mohle, steil un spetz,
Mit 'ner Asphaltstrooß, die ahn ihm huhklimmp
Un nem Betonschloß, dat wer dropjesetz,
- Heiß Coyotepe, un wenn wer huhjeht,
Hührte dä Schrei noch, weil dä nie verhallt.
Dä noch anklaach un fleht, - he wo nur noch Wind weht,
Durch Kellerflure, dunkel, feucht un kalt.
Luhrt durch die Zinne, do litt Monimbo',
Dös friedlich ungen en der Meddachssonn.
Do jitt et Helde, - tatsächlich Helde,
Luhrt se üch ahn, sons wedd′er′t nie verstonn.
Refr.:
Sandino, ich hann ding Enkel jesinn, Sandino.
Wa's loss en dingem Graav?
′T weed Zick, dat du als letzter laachs... dodrinn!
Sandino, ey Mann, ihr kritt dat hin!
Ich jönn dir, dat du endlich laachs... laachs un laachs.
Conquistadore en Caravelle un späder dann die Technokrate en Jets
Hann immer widder un övverall he üch Marionette op der Thron jesetz.
Bloot in Haiti, Verschwundne'n Chile, Mütter en schwazz in Paraguay,
Witwen en Träne, Contra-Hyäne, Rekorderlöse en Panama.
Refr.:
Sandino, ich hann ding Enkel jesinn, Sandino.
Wa′s loss en dingem Graav?
'T weed Zick, dat du als letzter laachs... dodrinn!
Sandino, ey Mann, ihr kritt dat hin!
Ich jönn dir, dat du endlich laachs... laachs un laachs.
Die Ausweiskontroll en Matagalpa,
Dä Jung entschuldig sich un jitt mir′n Hand,
Säht "CompaneroâÄú, bet mir'n Z'jarett ahn,
Die Bröck wöhr wichtig für′t befreite Land.
Dat Moot zem Dräume, trotz all dä Morde hätt,
Dat leerjeplündert ess noh Gutsherrn Art.
Zweidausend Meile entfernt em Norden,
Do weeden neue Lüje praatjelaat.

Sandino

Coyotes standing to the left of the birch tree,
A birch tree as slender as a child, steep and pointed,
With an asphalt road that climbs steeply to it,
And a concrete castle that was set upon it,
- Coyotepe is hot, and as we climb,
We still hear the cries, because they never fade away.
They still accuse and plead, - where only the wind blows now,
Through basement corridors, dark, damp, and cold.
Look through the battlements, there lies Monimbo,
Lying peacefully under the midday sun.
There are heroes there, - real heroes,
Look at them, or they will never be understood.
Chorus:
Sandino, I have seen your grandchildren, Sandino.
What's going on in your grave?
It's time for you to have the last laugh... in there!
Sandino, my man, you can do it!
I wish you could finally laugh... laugh and laugh.
Conquistadors in caravels, and later technocrats in jets,
Have always and everywhere put their puppets on the throne.
Only in Haiti, the disappeared in Chile, mothers in mourning in Paraguay,
Widows in tears, Contra-hyenas, record profits in Panama.
Chorus:
Sandino, I have seen your grandchildren, Sandino.
What's going on in your grave?
It's time for you to have the last laugh... in there!
Sandino, my man, you can do it!
I wish you could finally laugh... laugh and laugh.
The identity check in Matagalpa,
The boy apologizes and gives me a hand,
Says "My comrade," lights a cigarette for me,
The little bit helped the liberated country.
The courage for dreams, despite all the murders,
Emptied by the landlords.
Two thousand miles away to the north,
There new people are being talked about.