Paroles et traduction Hubert von Goisern - Stadltür - Live

Stadltür - Live

Wer das braune bier nit mag
Der kommt in das kühle grab
I mecht aber krank nit sein
Kellnerin schenk ein

Oans, zwoa, drei, vier, hob di stad
Dass di nit obidraht
Obi übers habernfeld
Geht's a wengerl schnell

Bäurin macht a grantigs gsicht
Bald da dirn a haferl bricht
Macht an so an teufelslärm
Zwengs den altn scherm

Oans, zwei, drei, vier ...

Hinter meiner stadltür
Sitzt an altre musketier
Spüt auf seiner bassgeign auf
Hat koa soatn drauf

Oans, zwei, drei, vier ...

City Door - Live

Whoever doesn't like brown beer
Will end up in the cold grave
I don't want to get sick
Waitress, pour me a drink

One, two, three, four, hold on to the city
So it won't disappear
Over there, over the oat field
It goes a little faster

Farmer makes a grumpy face
When someone breaks her mug
She's making a hell of a racket
Because of that old piece of junk

One, two, three, four ...

Behind my city door
Sits an old musketeer
He's playing on his bass fiddle
He doesn't have any tunes

One, two, three, four ...