Paroles et traduction Höhner - Die Stadt

Die Stadt

Grau, die Stadt un grau es dä Strom
Bloot es rud un alt es dr Dom
Minsche krümme sich elend vör Nut
Prunk un Stöötz – em Dreck litt Brut
Mol se dir schön – von mir us en Jold
Mol se dir heil – dann drääs de kein Schuld
Mol, dat se dir et letzte noch nemmp
Mol se rich – un alles stemmp
En dieser Stadt jitt et jode un schläächte
Schwache un starke met jet en dr Mauh
Ärme un riche un linke un räächte
Einer es brav – dä andre schlau
Alt die Stadt – doch innerlich jung
Schwer verjeff' un doch hätt se Schwung
Schrief: He liejen de Lück en dr Soot
Schrief: He jitt et Lück met Moot
Alles stemmp – un alles stemmp nit
Schlag ne Ärme dann beste en quitt
Klüngel es e krank Sediment
Wer drüvver laach, die Stadt nit kennt
Mer fiere vaterstädtische Feste
Karneval fiere sujar schon uns Pänz
Mer sin em fiere noch immer de Beste
Dat met dr Heiterkeit nemme mr äänz!
Kölsch hei' Bier – katholisch es Kölsch
Paafe un Puffs – Jeschwüre der Zigg
Rotz un Wasser, kriesche nur mer
Dr Kreech es noh – die Hoffnung wigg!
Pänz sin frech un Kinder han Jlöck
Schlemm die Stadt – doch ich kumm zoröck
Vell es mies un dat ben ich satt
Ich vermess nur die Lück us dr Stadt
Lück met Jewesse un Lück met Jewehre
Fremde un Türke – dr Tünnes un Schäl
Schloppkrade, Hillije un stolze Prolete
Liebe määt jung un Neid määt jääl
Ov sööss oder bitter – du muß övverlääve
Jot oder schlääch – et es uns Stadt!

The City

Gray, the city and gray the stream
Blood is red and old is the cathedral
People are suffering in need
Ostentation and arrogance in the dirt
You see her as beautiful – I see her golden
You see her as saved – then I blame you
One day she'll take your last
One day she'll be rich – and everything will be still
In this city there are good and bad
Weak and strong with something to say
Poor and rich and left and right
One is good – the other smart
Old the city – but young at heart
Hard to forgive – but she has momentum
She cries: Here lie the people in the soot
She cries: Here are people with courage
Everything works and nothing works
Hit a poor man, then you're even
Cronyism is a sick sediment
Who laughs about it doesn't know the city
We celebrate city festivals
Even our kids celebrate carnival
We are still the best at celebrating
Our cheerfulness is serious!
Cologne is called beer – Cologne is catholic
Priests and brothels – ulcers of our time
Mucus and water, we only criticize
The war is near – the hope is away!
Kids are cheeky and children are happy
The city is bad – but I will come back
Much is bad and I'm sick of it
I only judge the people of the city
People with conscience and people with guns
Foreigners and Turks – Tünnes and Schäl
Sluts, saints and proud proletarians
Love makes you young and envy makes you bitter
Sweet or bitter – you have to survive
Good or bad – it's our city!