Paroles et traduction Hannes Wader - Rolling Home

Rolling Home

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

An old barge sailed out of Hamburg once
With the name "Magelhan"
It was no time for feasting by day
That was all saved for the evening!
By day, the wind could blow and bluster
It was still a long way from lending a hand
But when the clock struck eight bells
All the gear was ready!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to my darling old Hamburg
Rolling home, my love, to you!
That was just the old man's pleasure –
It beat dancing or a grand ball –
Janmaat had scarcely lit his pipe
When he'd roar: "Haul in the main topsail!"
He could shout out that in no uncertain terms
He drove us round from line to line
There was nothing for it but to pull, tear, haul
And usually get nothing in return!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to my darling old Hamburg
Rolling home, my love, to you!
And on the holy, quiet Good Friday
At noon there was yellow pea soup
And also on the Day of Prayer and Repentance
The man said: "We don't recognize that!"
But he'd badly miscalculated
The men said: "We're not working!"
The wind was still howling at force five
How annoyed the man was then!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to my darling old Hamburg
Rolling home, my love, to you!
And not to forget the First Mate
He was a real old salt
The Captain could tease him like a cabin boy
He'd still beat him black and blue!
On land, you couldn't fault him
The man bragged, I don't know how
But when it started to blow at sea
He'd get diarrhea from fear!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to my darling old Hamburg
Rolling home, my love, to you!
So "Magelhan", my darling old ship
This song shall be your monument!
When it rains, the lads will scrape the masts
The legs they get from the pigs
The beams are always rotting away –
How could it be otherwise!
The whole seafaring business is a fraud –
First the clipper "Magelhan"!
Rolling home, Rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to my darling old Hamburg
Rolling home, my love, to you!