Paroles et traduction Banda Bassotti - Arbetloser Marsch

Arbetloser Marsch

Ejns, tswej, draj, fir,
Arbetlose senen mir,
Nischt gehert chadoschim lang
In farbrik dem hammer-klang,
'S lign kejlim kalt, fargesn,
'S nemt der sschawer sej schoj fresn,
Gejen mir arum in gas,
Wi di gewirim pust-un-pas,
Wi di gewirim pust-un-pas.

Ejns, tswej, draj, fir,
Arbetlos senen mir,
On a beged, on a hejm,
Undser bet is erd un lejm,
Hat noch wer wos tsu genisn,
Tajt men sich mit jedn bisn,
Waser wi di g'wirim wajn,
Gisn mir in sich arajn,
Gisn mir in sich arajn

Unemployed March

One, two, three, four,
We're unemployed, no more
Haven't heard from us for months
In the factory, the hammer's song.
The machines lie cold, forgotten,
The devil himself is beginning to test us,
We wander through the streets,
Like ghosts, lost and beat,
Like ghosts, lost and beat.

One, two, three, four,
We're unemployed, no more,
Without a job, without a home,
Our bed is on the ground, our blanket is loam,
If anyone has anything to spare,
We'll share it with them, as we are,
Water, like the ghosts' wine,
Let us drink it all in,
Let us drink it all in.