Paroles et traduction Dodo - Hippie-Bus

Hippie-Bus

Egal öb du em Stau stahsch oder mit dinere Frau is blaue farsch
Pump das Volume voll ume
Er esch hellblau
Ond hed es Peacezeiche uf de Brust
Liecht verrostet wiener dur die Strasse kurvt.
Chund nümm so liecht jede Pass deruf
Defür esch sin Bass gnueg luut.
Er esch en rollende Ghettoblaster
Beschallt all Ohre uf dene Strasse
Egal öb Asphalt, Beton oder Pflaster
Musig esch sis einzige Laster
Und wenn er sis Volume bes as Limit pumpt
Egal welle Weg er nemmt es lauft s rechtige Stuck
Haltet d Schmier ehn ahh ond er werd inpiziert
Fendets sommer love und easy inem drin
Ech setze emmene Hippie-Bus,
Hippie-Bus
Fenster sind dunne lenki Arm esch duss.
Ehh mim Hippie-Bus
Hippie-Bus
Die einzig Farb wo mer verstaht esch Tinitus.
Well er pumpt das Volume
Pumpt, pumpt das Volume
Fahri met ehm ume
De pumpt de Volume
Pumpt das Volume
Pumpt, pumpt das Volume
Voll ume
Und er weiss das mer met Musig besser durs Lebe fahrt
Drum as tüscht as sini Soundahlag
PS und Felge sind für en Nebesach
Lieber en fette Subuf em Handschuefach
Und henne gets kei Puff osser Uspuff
Und matraze das esh Luxus
Well mer müed esh set mer nömme fahre
Ond wenn mer verrrockt werd set mer Liebi mache
Er esch es Lovemobile das esch secher
Hesches au moll gmacht wetsches emmer weder
Er esch met allne 4 Räder ufem Bode bliibe
Und trotzdem schweb ech uf Wolke 7
Ech setze emmene Hippie-Bus,
Hippie-Bus
Fenster sind dunne lenki Arm esch duss.
Ehh mim Hippie-Bus
Hippie-Bus
Die einzig Farb wo mer verstaht esch Tinitus.
Well er pumpt das Volume
Pumpt, pumpt das Volume
Fahri met ehm ume
De pumpt de Volume
Pumpt das Volume
Pumpt, pumpt das Volume
Voll ume
Ech bruche no keis Tamtam,
Bruch keis Tomtom,
Fahre nor de Strass nache und sie muss bes London
Das Strasseverchehrsamt luegt ehm onder Hube
Well ech ihh ehm verchehrt han chomi onder d Hube
Stahne em Standesamt
Ghören dosse Hupe
Min treu Trauzüg
Er hed mech verkopplet
Drucke jez uf d Tube
Ab id Flitterwuche
Pump das Volume
Pump, pump das Volume
Ech setze emmene Hippie-Bus,
Hippie-Bus
Fenster sind dunne lenki Arm esch duss.
Ehh mim Hippie-Bus
Hippie-Bus
Die einzig Farb wo mer verstaht esch Tinitus.
Well er pumpt das Volume
Pumpt, pumpt das Volume
Fahri met ehm ume
De pumpt de Volume
Pumpt das Volume
Pumpt, pumpt das Volume
Voll ume

Hippie-Bus

Whether you're stuck in traffic or cruising with your lady in blue jeans
Pump up the volume
It's light blue
And has a peace sign on its chest
Rustily glides through the streets.
No longer is it easy to manage every pass
But its bass is loud enough.
It's a rolling boombox
Bombarding all the ears on these streets
Whether asphalt, concrete, or pavement
Music is its only vice
And when he cranks his volume to the limit
No matter which way he goes, it'll play the right track
The cops pull him over and he gets searched
They find it so loving and easy
I'm riding in a hippie van,
Hippie van
Windows are thin, steering wheel is outside.
Yo, with my hippie van
Hippie van
The only color we understand is tinnitus.
Because he pumps the volume
Pump, pump the volume
I ride around with him
He pumps the volume
Pump the volume
Pump, pump the volume
Full volume
And he knows that with music we can better make it through life
That's why he tunes his sound system
Horsepower and rims are a side issue for him
He'd rather have a fat subwoofer in the glove compartment
And there's no music here except exhaust
And mattresses, that's luxury
Because when we're tired, we stop driving
And when we're worn out, we'll make love
It's a love mobile, that's for sure
Once you've done it once, you'll want to do it again and again
With all 4 wheels on the ground
And yet I'm floating on cloud 9
I'm riding in a hippie van,
Hippie van
Windows are thin, steering wheel is outside.
Yo, with my hippie van
Hippie van
The only color we understand is tinnitus.
Because he pumps the volume
Pump, pump the volume
I ride around with him
He pumps the volume
Pump the volume
Pump, pump the volume
Full volume
I don't need any fanfare,
I don't need any tom-tom,
Just follow the road and it must go to London
The traffic authorities inspect him
Because I put it in gear wrong and I ended up under the hood
We're standing in the registry office
We can hear the honking
My trusty wedding procession
He has paired me up
Now let's hit the gas
Off on our honeymoon
Pump the volume
Pump, pump the volume
I'm riding in a hippie van,
Hippie van
Windows are thin, steering wheel is outside.
Yo, with my hippie van
Hippie van
The only color we understand is tinnitus.
Because he pumps the volume
Pump, pump the volume
I ride around with him
He pumps the volume
Pump the volume
Pump, pump the volume
Full volume