Tired - John Peel Session 28/3/79 - Crass traduction en allemand

Tired - John Peel Session 28/3/79

What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?

I'm tired of adrenalin soaked fools,
Tired of idiots playing with the rules,
Know it's not a thing that a man would do,
But you get the same rush by jumping a bus queue.
Tired of bully boys looking for a fight,
I'm not a hard nut, so stuff it, right?
They really got you in a down trodden state,
Hopelessly, endlessly, heavily, totally straight.

What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want?

I'm tired of playing with vice,
Tired of hash heads trying to be nice.
Do you feel insulted when they pull out the dope?
Synthetic togetherness, token for a toke.
Do you get a buzz when you reminisce?
"Too much man, it was better than this,"
I don't want a relativity talk,
If that's the bus ride, I'd think I'd rather walk.

What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want?

I don't want it, you can take it back,
I don't want to face another attack,
Shits all running round looking for a crack,
Wannanother corpse to put on the stack?

What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Müde - John Peel Session 28/3/79

Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?

Ich bin müde von adrenalingeladenen Narren,
Müde von Idioten, die mit den Regeln spielen,
Weiß, das ist nichts, was ein Mann tun würde,
Aber du kriegst den gleichen Kick beim Drängeln an der Bushaltestelle.
Müde von Rabauken, die Streit suchen,
Ich bin kein harter Typ, also vergiss es, okay?
Sie haben dich richtig niedergedrückt,
Hoffnungslos, endlos, schwer, völlig clean.

Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du?

Ich bin müde vom Spiel mit dem Laster,
Müde von Kiffern, die versuchen, nett zu sein.
Fühlst du dich beleidigt, wenn sie das Gras rausholen?
Künstliche Zusammengehörigkeit, Token für einen Zug.
Kriegst du einen Kick, wenn du dich erinnerst?
"Zu viel, Mann, es war besser als das hier",
Ich will kein Relativitätsgequatsche,
Wenn das die Busfahrt ist, geh ich lieber zu Fuß.

Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du?

Ich will es nicht, du kannst es zurücknehmen,
Ich will keinen weiteren Angriff erleben,
Alle Deppen rennen rum und suchen einen Riss,
Wollen sie noch eine Leiche für den Stapel?

Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
Was willst du? Was willst du?
WAS WILLST DU? WAS WILLST DU?