Paroles et traduction BAP - Wat, usser Rock 'n' Roll?

Wat, usser Rock 'n' Roll?

Die nähxte Stadt, dieselbe Crew, nur'n andre Hall, en Dos 'Bier un Schwachsinn om Hotelkanal. Häzzschlaach em Takt vun 'nem Song, dä du ald 1000 Mohl op dä Tour jespillt häss. Häss dir ahm Telefon de Finger wundjewählt. Wenn se sich doch melde däät! Ding Phantasie läuf Amok, un du stells dir vür, wie 'e se em Arm hällt un Sprüch afflööt, die se vun dir nie jehührt. Nur als Streuner häss du dich joot jeföhlt. Wat, usser Rock'n'Roll un wat dozojehührt, hätt dich je intressiert? Eez wenn et Saalleech stirv, un du'm Verfoljer stehs un vun der Bühn uss die Jeseechter siehs, für die du noh Stääne griefs, eez wenn du op die Reis durch ding Erinnrung jehs, bess du do, wo du Jeföhle ennjestehs, kalt un heiß ... laut un leis: Wat, usser Rock'n'Roll un wat dozojehührt, dich noch berührt. "...un wat blieht övvrisch?" hässte dich schon off jefrooch, wenn du ir'ndwo wachloochs un dir dann selvs e X zum U paratjemaat. "Ess et dat wert?", wenn du die Schirve soochs, immer ohne Antwoot. Dat bessje Rock 'n Roll für all dä Selvsbetrooch, ess dir dat em Ähnz jenooch?

What, besides Rock 'n' Roll?

The next city, the same crew, just a different hall, a pint of beer and nonsense on the hotel TV. Head banging to the beat of a song that you've played 1000 times on this tour. You've dialed your fingers raw on the phone. If only she would answer! Your imagination runs wild, and you picture him holding her in his arms and whispering sweet nothings that she's never heard from you. You only feel good when you're a vagabond. What, besides rock 'n' roll and what goes with it, has ever interested you? Only when the stage lights dim, and you face the crowd and see the faces from the stage for whom you reach for the stars, only when you embark on a journey through your memories, do you get to where you can finally admit your feelings, hot and cold... loud and soft: What, besides rock 'n' roll and what goes with it, still touches you. "...and what remains?" you've already asked yourself, when you wake up somewhere and then cross your arms over your chest. "Is it worth it?", when you seek the forgetfulness, always without an answer. That bit of rock 'n' roll for all that self-denial, is it enough for you in the end?