Paroles et traduction Gustav - Verlass Die Stadt

Verlass Die Stadt

Sie haben die Straßen
Auf Sprengstoff gebaut
Die Kanäle geflutet, den Abfluss gestaut
Die Luft längst vermengt
Mit astreinem Asbest
Und Beton dort gestreut
Wo das Gras nicht mehr wächst
Manche Gegenden der Stadt
Wurden gänzlich abgetrennt
Da kommt kein Auto mehr hin
Da fährt die Tram nicht mehr hin
Da in recht regelmässigen Intervallen
Menschen auf den Asphalt knallen

Bevor die Glut in dir erlischt
Verlass die Stadt
Die keine ist
Ein neuer Wundbrand in Athen
S'ist an der Zeit endlich zu gehn

Was uns abdrängt von dem Weg
Der da noch vor uns liegt
Ist das abgestandne Gas
Das noch immer durch uns fließt
Es ist Sommer in Wien
Und nicht Stalingrad, sagt er
Ich weiss, sag ich,
Und trotzdem ist mir kalt

Nur eine Frage der Zeit
Bis der nächste Stadtteil brennt
Seine-Saint-Denis scheint abgespannt
Doch eingedämmt
Mach die Augen zu und wünsch mich
Ins Zentrum der Leidenschaft zurück
Und plötzlich liegt was auf der Hand
Das auch sie zum Zittern bringt
Die Seele brennt
Genau wie all der Orte Straßen
Es ist Zeit diese Stadt zu verlassen

Bevor die Glut in dir erlischt
Verlass die Stadt
Die keine ist
Ein neuer Wundbrand in Athen
Ist an der Zeit endlich zu gehn
Nimm meine Hand
Und führ mich weg
Aus meiner Stadt
An jenen Ort
Der mich vermisst
Dort führ mich hin
Nimm meine Hand
Und bleib nicht stehn

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Raw English translation:

They have build the streets
Upon explosives
Flood the canal, dammed the outflow
The air already mixed up
With best (astrein = is like clear, high quality) asbestos
And strew concrete
Where no longer grass is growing
Some areas of the city
Are completely separated
No car can reach them
The tram n regular intervals
Humans hiis not drving there
Because it the asphalt

Before your fervency ceases
Leave the city
Which is none
A new inflamed sore in athen
It is time to finally go

What pushes us aside from the road
That still lays in front of us
Is the stale gas
That's still flowing through us
It is summer in Vienna
And not Stalingrad, he says
I know, i say
And nevertheless, i am cold

Just a question of time
Until the next city area burns
Seine-Saint-Denis seems to be exhausted
Yet stemmed
Close the eyes and wish myself
Back into the center of passion
And suddenly there is something on the hand
That is trembling her
The soul burns
Like all the streets
It is time to leave this city

Before the ember in you goes out
Leave this city
That isn't one
A new gangrene in athen
It is time to finally go
Take my hand
And lead me away
Out of my town
To this place
Who is missing me
There you lead me
Take my hand
And don't stand still

Leave The City

They built the streets
On explosives
Flooded the canals, dammed the outflow
The air is already mixed up
With pure asbestos
And scattered concrete
Where the grass no longer grows
Some parts of the city
Were completely cut off
No car can get there
The tram doesn't go there anymore
People crash onto the asphalt at regular intervals
In those places

Before the fire in you goes out
Leave the city
Which is none
A new inflamed sore in Athens
It's time to finally go

What pushes us away from the path
That still lies ahead of us
Is the stale gas
That still flows through us
It's summer in Vienna
And not Stalingrad, he says
I know, I say,
And still I'm cold

Just a matter of time
Until the next city area burns
Seine-Saint-Denis seems to be exhausted
Yet stemmed
Close your eyes and wish me
Back into the center of passion
And suddenly there is something on the hand
That's making her tremble
The soul burns
Just like all the streets of that place
It's time to leave this city

Before the ember in you goes out
Leave this city
That isn't one
A new gangrene in Athens
It is time to finally go
Take my hand
And lead me away
Out of my town
To this place
Who is missing me
There you lead me
Take my hand
And don't stand still

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Raw English translation:

They have built the streets
Upon explosives
Flood the canal, dammed the outflow
The air already mixed up
With best (astrein = is like clear, high quality) asbestos
And strew concrete
Where no longer grass is growing
Some areas of the city
Are completely separated
No car can reach them
The tram n regular intervals
Humans hiis not drving there
Because it the asphalt

Before your fervency ceases
Leave the city
Which is none
A new inflamed sore in athen
It is time to finally go

What pushes us aside from the road
That still lays in front of us
Is the stale gas
That's still flowing through us
It is summer in Vienna
And not Stalingrad, he says
I know, i say
And nevertheless, i am cold

Just a question of time
Until the next city area burns
Seine-Saint-Denis seems to be exhausted
Yet stemmed
Close the eyes and wish myself
Back into the center of passion
And suddenly there is something on the hand
That is trembling her
The soul burns
Like all the streets
It is time to leave this city

Before the ember in you goes out
Leave this city
That isn't one
A new gangrene in athen
It is time to finally go
Take my hand
And lead me away
Out of my town
To this place
Who is missing me
There you lead me
Take my hand
And don't stand still