Paroles et traduction Greis - All the Time

All the Time

Si isch e wuche vor mir gebore am andere ändi vor wäut,
Mueter isch schwanger wo si usgwanderet si vo Bärn,
Milliarde vo Mönsche uf aber tusige wäge,
Aues spricht drgäge das mer is jemaus begägne,
Jahre verstriche, si chunt zrügg id houptschtadt,
Und i zie vo Lausanne i block e reihe vor drann,
I ha se gchrütz ufem wäg id schuu,
Doch iri sprach nid verstande, wo si gfragt het wohär i chume
I ha mi ghasst dasi mi nid ha gwagt z'rede,
Ha d'sprach glehrt, ghofft dass se widr mau gseh,
Wirde euter, vergisse, verliebe mi immer widr,
Si geit ire wäg, findet e job, isch verlobt,
Si zieht uf Paris, viu passiert wo se witterbringt,
Und irgendwenn het si gnue vo ihrem gitarrischt
I ha se gchrüzt ufem flughafe,
Si het mi erkennt, doch ig idiot bi eifach i zug gschtige
Si versuechts, wartet druf, doch si weiss geng no nid wär i bi
Wäre gmacht fürenand, doch si weiss eifach nid wär i bi
Si het scho viu usrede ghört, immer di glyche,
Ich cha nid mit dir si solang i mi säuber nid liebe,
Si seit, type si nid fähig entscheidige zträffe,
Flüchte vor nöichi, chöme cho z'renne sobau mer wägg si,
Begehre di nur solang bis si di hei,
Und baud druf, fö si sech afa säuber zerfleische,
Und entferne sech, s'tuet ne so leid, säge si hasse sech,
So fest, das me ne ke Vorwurf cha mache,
So oft, dass me vergisst, dass si nid opfer si,
Bis me sech gwöhnt as warte, as warm-bhauptet-wärde,
Si seit, lug, di nätte söue zur nutte,
U dräckseck si haut irgenwie interessanter,
Zur glyche zyt bini wäggsecklet,
Irgendwo, vor irgendwäm wo seit, dass si mi gärn het,
I ha se gchrüzt im tram mit achzähni,
Mir wäre zäme hätti mi trout se azschpräche
Si versuechts, wartet druf, doch si weis geng no nid wär i bi
Wäre gmacht fürenand, doch si weiss eifach nid wär i bi
I ha se gchrützt im troum mit vierzähni,
Immerno überzügt si wohnt ged hie äne,
Ha mi nie ganz iiglah, doch i ha gwartet,
Und irgendwenn isch si vor mir gschtande,
7 tag ohni schlafe und ässe,
Und si het mi immer no nid gfragt wini heisse,
Si seit "I ha di no gärn, du vouidiot,
Obwou de graui haar bechunsch und grossi ouge,
Obwou de nid so viu schtutz hesch und fuu bisch,
De nüt im griff hesch und spinnsch und zviu suffisch,
Doch si liebis wini se berüere,
Wini hüser und velos aluege, wini Si aluege
I wett mi gärn bedanke bi wäm o immer,
S'ìsch nie liecht öpper so z'näh winer isch,
I ha se gchrüzt immer wider
I weiss dass se git und dass i se irgendwenn widr finde...

All the Time

She was born a week before me, on the other side of the world,
Mother was pregnant when she emigrated from Bern,
Billions of people on thousands of paths,
Everything speaks against us ever meeting,
Years pass, she returns to the capital,
And I move from Lausanne to the block just before it,
I crossed her path on the way to school,
But didn't understand her language when she asked where I was from
I hated myself for not daring to speak,
Learned the language, hoping to see her again,
We get older, forget, fall in love again and again,
She goes her way, finds a job, gets engaged,
She moves to Paris, much happens that takes her further,
And at some point she has had enough of her guitarist
I crossed paths with her at the airport,
She recognized me, but I, the idiot, just got on the train
She tries, waits, but she still doesn't know who I am
We are made for each other, but she just doesn't know who I am
She's heard so many excuses, always the same,
I can't be with you as long as I don't love myself,
She says, guys are not capable of making decisions,
They flee from closeness, come running as soon as you're gone,
They only desire you until they have you,
And soon after, they start to tear themselves apart,
And distance themselves, it hurts them so much, they say they hate themselves,
So much that you can't blame them,
So often that you forget they're not victims,
Until you get used to waiting, to being kept warm,
She says, look, the nice ones turn into whores,
And assholes are somehow more interesting,
At the same time, I'm hung up,
Somewhere, on someone who says she likes me,
I crossed paths with her on the tram at eighteen,
If we were together, I would have dared to talk to her
She tries, waits, but she still doesn't know who I am
We are made for each other, but she just doesn't know who I am
I crossed paths with her in a dream at fourteen,
Still convinced she lives somewhere around here,
I never fully settled down, but I waited,
And at some point she stood before me,
7 days without sleep and food,
And she still hadn't asked my name,
She says "I still love you, you idiot,
Even though you're getting grey hair and big eyes,
Even though you're not so handsome and you're ugly,
You have nothing under control and you're crazy and you drink too much,
But she loves the way I touch her,
The way I look at houses and bikes, the way I look at her
I want to thank whoever,
It's never easy to get so close to someone who is like her,
I crossed paths with her again and again
I know she exists and that I will find her again someday...