Paroles et traduction Hubert von Goisern - Brenna tuats guat

Brenna tuats guat

Wo is da platz
Wo da deifi seine kinda kriagt
Wo is da platz
Wo all's z'sammbrennt
Wo is des feier
Hey wo geht 'n grad a blitz nieder
Wo is 'n die hütt'n
Wo der stadl der brennt

Hab'n ma pech oder an lauf
Fall'n ma um oder auf
Samma dünn oder dick
Hab'n an reim oder glück
Teil ma aus, schenka ma ein
Dann ma uns abi oder g'frein
San ma christ hätt ma gwisst
Wo da teufel baut in mist

A jeder woass, dass as
Geld ned auf da wiesen wachst
Und essen kann ma's a ned
Aber brenna dads guat
Aber hoazen domma en woaznn
Und de ruabn und den kukuruz
Wann ma lang so weiter hoazn
Brennt da huat

Wo is des geld
Des was überall fehlt
Ja hat denn koana an genierer
Wieso kemman allweil de viara
De liagn, de die wahrheit verbieg'n
Und wanns ned kriagn was woll'n
Dann wird's g'stohln
De falotten soll da deifi hol'n

Da is da platz
Wo da teufel seine
Kinda kriagt
Wo all's zambrennt
Wo ist es Feier
Wo geht'n grad a Blitz nida
Wo isn de Hittn
Wo da Stodl der brennt?

A jeder woass, dass es
Geld ned auf da wiesen wachst
Und essen kann ma's a ned
Aber brenna dads guat
Aber hoazen damma woazen
Und de ruabn und den kukuruz
Wann ma lang so weiter hoazen
Brennt dads guad

A jeder woass, dass es
Geld ned auf da wiesen wachst
Und essen kann ma's a ned
Aber brenna dads guat
Aber hoazen damma woazen
Und de ruabn und den kukuruz
Wann ma lang so weiter hoazen
Brennt da huat

A jeder woas, dass des
Geld ned auf da wiesen wachst
Und essen kann ma's a ned
Aber brenna dads guat
Aber hoazen damma woazen
Und de ruabn und den kukuruz
Wann ma lang so weiter hoazen
Brennt da huat

Jeder woas, dass es
Geld ned auf da wiesen wachst
Und essen kann ma's a ned
Aber brenna dads guat
Aber hoazen damma woazen
Und de ruabn und den kukuruz
Wann ma lang so weiter hoazen
Brennt da huat

It Burns So Well

Where is the place
Where he brings his children up
Where is the place
Where everything is burning up
Where is the fire
Hey where is lightning striking now
Where is the hut
Where the barn is burning down

Are we lucky or unlucky
Do we fall down or get up
Are we thin or fat
Do we have a rhyme or luck
Do we distribute, do we give
Do we cheer ourselves up or enjoy ourselves
Are we Christians, do we know
Where the devil builds in the dung

Everybody knows that
Money doesn't grow on the meadow
And you can't eat it either
But it would burn well
But let's cultivate the wheat
And the turnips and the corn
If we carry on cultivating for long
The hat burns

Where is the money
Which is missing everywhere
Has nobody any shame
Why do the pigs always come
They lie, they twist the truth
And when they don't get what they want
Then it's stolen
The devil should take the rogues

Here is the place
Where the devil's
Children are born
Where everything burns
Where is the fire
Where is a flash of lightning striking now
Where is the hut
Where the barn is burning down?

Everybody knows that
Money doesn't grow on the meadow
And you can't eat it either
But it would burn well
But let's cultivate the wheat
And the turnips and the corn
If we carry on cultivating for long
It would burn well

Everybody knows that
Money doesn't grow on the meadow
And you can't eat it either
But it would burn well
But let's cultivate the wheat
And the turnips and the corn
If we carry on cultivating for long
The hat burns

Everybody knows that
Money doesn't grow on the meadow
And you can't eat it either
But it would burn well
But let's cultivate the wheat
And the turnips and the corn
If we carry on cultivating for long
The hat burns

Everybody knows that
Money doesn't grow on the meadow
And you can't eat it either
But it would burn well
But let's cultivate the wheat
And the turnips and the corn
If we carry on cultivating for long
The hat burns