Paroles et traduction Flip Kowlier - 1 Maand

1 Maand

Ze zin getrouwd ip ne vriddag in oktober,
Ol under moaten woaren der bie.
Zie in 't lannk en 't wit moa daronder
Blauwe plekken en reuven ip eurne knie

Moeder zei da zin diegn dai overols it
En eur voader zei just nie.
Ze zin getrouwd ip ne vriddag in oktober
En ip dien trouw was t er niemand blie.

Njiste nacht dasse tehoare slapten
I da meiske eur mes gepakt
En terwijl dasse zei god vergeef mie,
I ze zinne middelvinger afgekapt.

Eurne vint riep godverske teve
En je sloeg met zinne vust deur eur gebid.
D ambulance kwam vee te laete,
In november van da jaer zin ze geskit.

In de weekbode stoen under ne foto
Met de noam en ol der bie,
Geposeerd in ne ceremonie oto
En der rond een kind of drie.

De drie kinders zaten te grèten,
Mo me wik, da wister niemand nie.
In de weekbode stoen under ne foto,
Hjil ollondern ip bladzidde drie.

Ki ne moat en ie werkt in de cirque.
I noemt didier moa de mjiste noemn em dirk,

Wan zin moaten zin hin fans van de waeln.
Over zin leven et ie onderden verhaaln.

En die cirque da klinkt hjillegans zuo slicht niet
En ton wuorek toch tenminste u gezaeg niet.

Ko u beter laten zitten in café.
Oed hie de joengens pakke kik den ont mee.

1 Month

They got married on a Friday in October
All their friends were there
She in white and a long veil
Bruises and scrapes on her knees

Her mother said those things were everywhere
And her father just didn't speak
They got married on a Friday in October
And on that wedding day there wasn't anyone happy

The first night they lay together
She grabbed a knife
And as she said God forgive me
Cut off his middle finger

Her husband cried God damn too
And he punched a hole in the wall
The ambulance came way too late
In November of that year they divorced

In the local paper their picture was
With their name and all
Posed in a ceremonial car
And around them three children

The three children were crying
But brother why no one knew
In the local paper their picture was
All their parents on page three

He works in a circus
His name is Didier but most call him Dirk

Because his friends are fans of the Walloon
About his life he has some stories

And that circus doesn't sound so bad
And then at least your saw doesn't squeak

You can better sit in a cafe
Here the boys grab your arse