Hie Bini i Deheim 2010 - George traduction en anglais

Hie Bini i Deheim 2010

Dr Wind trybt eim mängisch wyt ewägg.
So wyt, dass me vergisst, wo me häreghört.
I ha immer wie ne ewige Wanderer gläbt.
Ha myni Spure hingerla, einisch hie und einisch dört.
Jetz bin i zrugg a däm Ort, wo myni Wurzle blibe sy
Und wo mi zu däm het gmacht, won i immer no bi.
Wenn d Sunne hinger em Jura ungergeit,
Und d Fälder schyne wie nes grosses Meer,
Wenn d Erinnerig a früecher mi dört häretreit,
De gspürenis töif i mir: Hie bin i deheim.
Da steit das Huus, won i glehrt ha, was 1+1 git,
Und i dir mal gschwore ha, du wärdsch di Einzigi sy.
Mir hätt′ denn aues gäh für z'wüsse, dass es immer so blybt,
Und i hätt niemerem ggloubt, wo mir gseit hätt:
"Irgendwenn ischs verby."
Du hesch di veränderet i au dene Jahr.
Doch die Bilder vo denn gsehn i immer no klar.
Wenn d Sunne hinger em Jura ungergeit,
Und d Fälder schyne wie nes grosses Meer,
Wenn d Erinnerig a früecher mi dört häretreit,
De gspürenis töif i mir: Hie bin i deheim.
De gspürenis töif i mir: Hie bin i deheim.
*Jodel*
Jetz bin i zrugg a däm Ort, wo myni Wurzle blibe sy
Und wo mi zu däm het gmacht, won i immer no bi.
Wenn d Sunne hinger em Jura ungergeit,
Und d Fälder schyne wie nes grosses Meer,
Wenn d Erinnerig a früecher mi dört häretreit,
De gspürenis töif i mir: Hie bin i deheim.
Wenn d Sunne hinger em Jura ungergeit,
Und wenn Fälder schyne wie nes grosses Meer,
Wenn d Erinnerig a früecher mi dört häretreit,
De gspürenis töif i mir: Hie bin i deheim.
De gspürenis töif i mir: Hie bin i deheim.

I belong here (at home) 2010

The wind sometimes whisks her far away.
So far, that she forgets where she belongs.
I have always lived like an eternal wanderer.
I have left my traces behind, sometimes here and sometimes there.
Now I am back at the place where my roots remained
And where she made me to whom I still am.
When the sun sets behind the Jura Mountains,
And the fields shine like a great sea,
When the memory of earlier times carries her back there,
She feels it deep inside her: Here I am at home.
Here stands the house where I learned what 1+1 equals,
And where I once swore to her, she would be the only one.
I would have given anything back then to know that it would always remain that way,
And I would never have believed anyone who had told me:
"Sometime it will be over."
She has changed in all these years, of course.
But the images from that time I still see clearly.
When the sun sets behind the Jura Mountains,
And the fields shine like a great sea,
When the memory of earlier times carries her back there,
She feels it deep inside her: Here I am at home.
She feels it deep inside her: Here I am at home.
*Yodelling*
Now I am back at the place where my roots remained
And where she made me to whom I still am.
When the sun sets behind the Jura Mountains,
And the fields shine like a great sea,
When the memory of earlier times carries her back there,
She feels it deep inside her: Here I am at home.
When the sun sets behind the Jura Mountains,
And when the fields shine like a great sea,
When the memory of earlier times carries her back there,
She feels it deep inside her: Here I am at home.
She feels it deep inside her: Here I am at home.