Paroles et traduction Hubert von Goisern - Iawaramoi (Steirer)

Iawaramoi (Steirer)

Buama stehts z'sam in kroas
I sag enk wos i woas
Zünd's enk a Pfeiferl an
Der's raucha kann

In der Zeitung do kannst lesen wos is gwesen
Aber obs wahr is, is net gwiss
Weil liagn tuat heit jo sowieso scho a jeder
Und der was nit liagt des is da allerbläder
A bua bringt sein vatern um und a sei mutter
Und a schwester de dawürgt grad ihr'n bruder
Serben und krawatn schiassen a schon wieder
I moan i halt des nimmer aus i sauf mi nieder

In an beisel zett da Haider wie a pfarrer
Auf de obizahrer und de schwarzfahrer
Kommunisten und ganze packlrass
Der sagt eanas eini des is klass
Derweil er so schen schimpft der ex-goiserer
Sterbn tausend leut' drunt in afrika
Aber mia hab'n zum fressen und zum saufen gnua
Schaun ma daß so bleibt und drahn ma d'hüttn zua

Iawaramoi geht oana auf und sagt jetzt scheiß i drauf
Jetzt hab i gnua, i wüll mei ruah; und
Iawaramoi da nimmt er dann sei gwehr und sagt zu wem:
Geh her du depp i blos di aus de schuah!
Iawaramoi do fliagt a bomben von der rechten seiten
Des san zeiten alle streiten
Iawaramoi do fragt mi dann mei bua:
He vater sog ma nur
Wer san de bled'n wer die gscheit'n?

Ob krawaten oder serbn
Alle müaßen sterben
Ob serb oder krawat
Um an jeden is schad

Iawaramoi (Steirer)

Boys, stand in a circle
I'll tell you what I know
Light up a pipe
If ya can smoke it

You can read in the newspaper what's been happening
But you can't be sure it's true
Because nowadays everybody lies anyway
And the one who doesn't lie is the biggest fool
A boy kills his father and his mother
And a sister strangles her brother
Serbs and Croats are shooting at each other again
I think I can't take it anymore, I'll drink myself to death

In a pub, Haider speaks like a priest
About tax evaders and fare dodgers
Communists and all sorts of rabble
He tells them off, it's great
While he's having such a nice rant, the ex-Goiserer
A thousand people are dying down in Africa
But we have enough to eat and drink
Let's keep it that way and close the door

One day someone gets up and says, I don't care anymore
I've had enough, I want my peace; and
One day he takes his gun and says to whom:
Come here, idiot, I'll blow your brains out!
One day a bomb flies in from the right
Those are times, everyone's fighting
One day my boy asks me:
Hey father, just tell me
Who are the stupid ones and who are the smart ones?

Whether Croats or Serbs
They all have to die
Whether Serb or Croat
Each one is a pity