Paroles et traduction Hannes Wader - Rolling Home (Magelhan)

Rolling Home (Magelhan)

Dor föhr von Hamborg mol so'n ool Kasten
Mit Namen heet he "Magelhan"
Dor weer bi Dag keen Tied to'n Brassen
Dat würr denn avends allens daan!
Bi Dag, dor kunn dat weihn un blasen
Dor würr noch lang keen Hand anleggt
Doch slögg de Klock man erst acht Glasen
Denn weer de ganze Plünnkraam trecht!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to di old Hamborg
Rolling home, sweetheart, to di!
Dat weer so recht den Ool sien Freeten –
Dat güng em över Dans un Ball –
Harr Janmaat graad sien Piep ansteken
Denn gröhlt he: "Pull den Grootmarsfall!"
Dat kunn de Keerl verdüvelt seggen
He jöög uns rüm von Fall to Fall
Dar kunn man pullen, rieten, trecken
Un kreeg gewöhnlich kenen Toll!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to di old Hamborg
Rolling home, sweetheart, to di!
Un up den heilgen stillen Freedag
Geev't middags gele Arfenjüch
Un ok enmal up'n Buß- und Betdag
Dar see de Kerl: "Den kennt wi nich!"
He harr sik aver böös verrekent
De Lüüd de seen: "Wi arbeit' nich!"
Dar schraal de Wind uk noch fiev Streken
Wat weer der Kerl dunn gnatterig!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to di old Hamborg
Rolling home, sweetheart, to di!
Un uk den Groot noch to vergeten
Dat weer en richt'gen olen Klaas
Den kun de Ool as'n Buurjung necken
He lickt em darüm doch in'n Moors!
An Land, dar kunn he dat wull blasen
Da prahl de Kerl, ik weet nich wie
Doch fung't up See mal an to asen
Kreeg he vör Angst de Schieterie!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to di old Hamborg
Rolling home, sweetheart, to di!
Drum "Magelhan", du olen Kasten
Düt Leed schall di en Denkmal sien!
Wenn't regent schrapt de Lüüd de Masten
De Poten kriegt se von dat Swien
All Daag do würrn de Enns terreten –
Wie kunn dat denn uk anners gahn!
De hele Seefahrt, de is bescheten –
Toeerst de Klipper "Magelhan"!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to di, old Hamborg
Rolling home, sweetheart, to di!

Rolling Home (Magelhan)

A long time ago, from the port of Hamburg
Set sail an old tub, they named "Magelhan"
During the day, no time for boozing
All that was done in the evening, you see!
Days, the wind could blow and bluster
Still, no hands were laid to
But when the clock struck eight bells
All hands were on deck!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to old Hamburg
Rolling home, my love, to you!
That was the old man's delight –
It beat dancing and parties –
As soon as Janmaat lit his pipe
He'd roar: "Hoist the main topsail!"
The old man could say it so damn well
He'd drive us from one sheet to the next
There we'd haul, pull, and tug
And usually got nothing in return!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to old Hamburg
Rolling home, my love, to you!
And on Good Friday, the holy and still
At noon, we'd have pea soup
And once, on the Day of Repentance and Prayer
The old man said: "We don't recognize that!"
But he had reckoned without the lads
Who said: "We're not working!"
Then the wind howled even more
How angry the old man was!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to old Hamburg
Rolling home, my love, to you!
And let's not forget the bosun
He was a real old sea dog
The old man could tease him like a farm boy
But he'd still kiss his ass!
On land, he could talk big
The old man would brag, I don't know how
But when it started to blow at sea
He'd get scared shitless!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to old Hamburg
Rolling home, my love, to you!
So "Magelhan", you old tub
This song shall be your monument!
When it rains, the lads scrape the masts
They get their legs from the pig
Every day, the sails are torn –
How could it be otherwise!
All seafaring is a racket –
First and foremost, the clipper "Magelhan"!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to you, old Hamburg
Rolling home, my love, to you!