Paroles et traduction Konstantin Wecker - Willy (Remastered)

Willy (Remastered)

Mei, Willy
Jetz wo i di so doliegn sich
So weit weg hinter dera Glasscheibn
Genau oa Lebn zweit weg
Da denk i ma doch
Es hat wohl so kumma müaßn
I glaub oiwei
Du hast as so wolln, Willy

Ogfanga hat des ja alles 68
Woaßt as no
Alle zwoa san ma mitglaffa
Für die Freiheit und fürn Friedn
Mit große Augn
Und plärrt habn ma
Bürger laßt das Glotzen sein
Kommt herunter
Reiht euch ein
Und du warst halt immer
Oan Dreh weiter wia mir
Immer a bisserl wuider
Und a bisserl ehrlicher

Mia habns eana zoagn wolln, Willy
Und du hast ma damals scho gsagt
Freiheit, Wecker, Freiheit des hoaßt
Koa Angst habn, vor nix und neamands
Doch san ma ehrlich
A bisserl a laus Gfühl habn ma doch damals scho ghabt,
Wega de ganzen Glätzen, die einfach mitglaffa san, weils aufgeht,
Wega de Sonntagnachmittagrevoluzzer: d'Freindin fotzen,
Wenns an andern oschaugt, aber über de bürgerliche Moral herziagn!
Die gleichn, Willy,
Die jetzt ganz brav as Mei haltn, weils eana sonst naß nei geht!
Und du hast damals scho gsagt, lang halt des ned,
Da is zvui Mode dabei,
Wenn scho die Schickeria ihrn Porsche gegan 2 CV umtauscht,
Dann muaß was faul sei an der großen Revolution, m
Itlaffa ohne Denken ko heut nia guat sei, aa ned für a guate Sach.
Gestern habns an Willy daschlogn,
Und heit, und heit, und heit werd a begrobn.
Dann hast plötzlich mim Schlucka ogfanga,
Und i glaub, a bisserl aufgebn hast damals scho.
I versteh di, des is ja koa Wunder,
Wenn man bedenkt, was alles wordn is aus de großen Kämpfer.
Heit denkas ja scho mit 17 an ihr Rente,
Und de Madln schütteln weise an Kopf,
Wenn d'Muater iam Mo as Zeig hischmeißt und sagt, m
Ach doch dein Krampf alloa, i möcht lebn, trotzdem, Willy,
Ma muaß weiterkämpfen, kämpfen bis zum Umfalln, a
Wenn die ganze Welt an Arsch offen hat, oder grad deswegn.
Und irgendwann hast dann ogfanga,
Die echten Leit zum suacha, de wo ned dauernd "
Ja Herr Lehrer!" sagn,
Hinten in dene Kneipn am Viktualienmarkt und am Bahnhofseck.
Echter san de scho, Willy, aber i hab di gwarnt,
Aufpassen muaßt bei dene, weil des san Gschlagene,
Und wer dauernd treten werd, der tritt halt aa amoi zruck,
Aber du hast koa Angst ghabt, i kenn di doch, mia duad koana was,
Mei, Willy, du dummer Hund du,
Jetzt sickst as ja, wia da koana was duad.
Gestern habns an Willy daschlogn,
Und heit, und heit, und heit werd a begrobn.
Sakrament, Willy!
Warst gestern bloß aufm Mond gwesen oder aufm Amazonas in am Einbaum
Oder ganz alloa aufm Gipfel,
Drei Schritt vom Himme weg, überall, bloß ned in dera unselign Boazn!
I hab in da Früah no gsagt, fahrn ma raus, as Wetter is so glasig,
Die Berg san so nah, schwänz ma a paar Tag,
Wia damals in da Herrnschui,
An Schlafsack und die Welt in der Taschn,
Aber du hast scho wiederamoi oan sitzn ghabt in aller Früah,
Und am Abnd hast as dann wiedar amoi
Zoagn müaßn, daßd doch no oana bist.
Am Anfang wars ja no ganz gmüatlich.
Und natürlich habn ma den alten Schmarrn wieder aufgwärmt, w
Ieder amoi umanandgstritten,
Wer jetz eigentlich mim Lehrer Huber seiner Frau poussiert hat am
Faschingsball, sentimental san ma gwordn, so richtig schee wars,
Bis der Depp an unsern Tisch kumma is mit seim
Dreikantschlüsselkopf, kloa, schwammig und braun.
Und dann hat a uns gfragt, ob ma beim Bund gwesen san, na ja,
Des habn ma ja noch ganz lustig gfunden, und daß a so froh wär, d
Aß jetzt wieder Ordnung kummt in die rote Staatssauce,
Und die Jugend werd ja aa wieder ganz vernünftig,
Und die Bayern wissens as eh scho lang, wos lang geht politisch,
Willy, i hab gnau gwußt, des haltst du ned lang aus,
Und dann hat a plötzlich as Singa ogfanga, so was vom Horst Wessel.
Hinten an de andern Tisch habns scho leise mitgsummt,
Und dei Birn is ogschwolln, und plötzlich springst auf und plärrst:
Halts Mei, Faschist!
Stad wars, knistert hats.
Die Luft war wiara Wand.
Zum Festhalten.
Da hätt ma no geh kenna, Willy, aber na, i verstehs ja,
Du hast bleibn muäßn, u
Nd dann is losganga an de andern
Tisch: Geh doch in d'Sowjetunion, Kommunist!
Freili, Willy, da muaß ma narrisch werdn,
Wenns scho wieder soweit is, aber trotzdem, laßn geh, hab i gsagt,
Der schad doch neamands mehr, der oide Depp, nix, hast gsagt,
Alle schadens, de oiden und de junga Deppen,
Und dann hat der am Nebentisch plötzlich sei Glasl daschlogn,
Ganz ruhig, und is aufgstanden, Willy, du dumme Sau,
I hab di bei da Joppen packt und wollt di rausziagn,
Obwohl i's scho nimmer glaubt hab, und du hast di losgrissen:
Freiheit, des hoaßt koa Angst habn vor neamands,
Und bist auf ean zua und nacha hat a halt auszogn...
Willy, Willy, warn ma bloß weggfahrn in da Früah, i
Hätt di doch no braucht,
Wir alle brauchen doch solche, wia du oana bist!
Gestern habns an Willy daschlogn,
Und heit, und heit, und heit werd a begrobn.

Willy (Remastered)

Hey, Willy,
Now that I see you lying there,
So far away behind that glass pane,
Exactly one lifetime away,
I think to myself,
It probably had to come to this.
I always believe
You wanted it this way, Willy.

It all started back in '68,
Remember?
We both ran with them,
For freedom and for peace.
With wide eyes
And we screamed,
"Citizens, stop staring,
Come down
Join us."
And you were always
One step ahead of me,
Always a bit wilder
And a bit more honest.

We wanted to show them, Willy,
And you told me back then,
"Freedom, Wecker, freedom means
Not being afraid of anything or anyone."
But let's be honest,
We were still a little scared back then,
Because of all the onlookers who just joined because it was cool,
Because of the Sunday afternoon revolutionaries: bitching about their girlfriends
If they look at another guy, but criticizing bourgeois morality!
Those same ones, Willy,
Who are now keeping their mouths shut because otherwise they'll get in trouble!
And you already said back then, it wouldn't last long,
There's too much fashion involved,
If the jet set is already exchanging their Porsche for a 2CV,
Then something must be rotten in the state of the great revolution, r
unning without thinking can never be good, even for a good cause.
Yesterday they beat up Willy,
And today, and today, and today he's being buried.
Then you suddenly started drinking,
And I think you kind of gave up back then.
I understand you, it's no wonder,
When you consider what became of all the great fighters.
Today, at 17, they're already thinking about their pension,
And the girls shake their heads wisely
When their mother throws her husband's stuff out and says, "H
andle your struggle alone, I want to live." Still, Willy,
We have to keep fighting, fight until we drop, e
ven if the whole world is going to hell, or especially because of it.
And at some point you started
Looking for the real people, the ones who don't always say "
Yes, Mr. Teacher!"
Back in those pubs at Viktualienmarkt and at the station corner.
They are more real, Willy, but I warned you,
You have to be careful with those guys because they're beaten down,
And those who are constantly kicked, eventually kick back,
But you weren't afraid, I know you, nobody messes with me,
Oh, Willy, you stupid dog,
Now you see how nobody messes with you.
Yesterday they beat up Willy,
And today, and today, and today he's being buried.
Damn it, Willy!
Were you just on the moon yesterday or on the Amazon in a dugout canoe
Or all alone on the summit,
Three steps away from heaven, anywhere but in that damned pub!
I told you in the morning, let's get out of here, the weather is so clear,
The mountains are so close, let's skip a few days,
Like back in high school,
A sleeping bag and the world in your pocket,
But you were already drunk again early in the morning,
And in the evening you had to once again
Show that you're still a man.
At first it was quite cozy.
And of course we rehashed the old crap, a
rguing with each other again,
Who actually slept with teacher Huber's wife at the
Carnival ball, we got sentimental, it was really nice,
Until that idiot came to our table with his
Triangle-shaped head, small, flabby, and brown.
And then he asked us if we had been in the army, well,
We still found that quite funny, and that he was so happy t
hat there was finally order again in the red state sauce,
And that the youth was becoming quite reasonable again,
And that the Bavarians have known for a long time what works politically,
Willy, I knew exactly that you wouldn't stand for that for long,
And then he suddenly started singing, something like the Horst Wessel song.
At the other tables in the back, they were already humming along softly,
And your veins were bulging, and suddenly you jumped up and yelled:
Shut up, fascist!
Silence, crackling.
The air was like a wall.
To hold on to.
We could have left then, Willy, but no, I understand,
You had to stay, a
nd then it started at the other
Tables: "Go to the Soviet Union, communist!"
Seriously, Willy, you have to be crazy,
When it comes to that again, but still, let it go, I said,
That old fool doesn't harm anyone anymore, nothing, you said,
They all do harm, the old and the young fools,
And then the guy at the next table suddenly smashed his glass,
Calmly, and stood up, Willy, you stupid pig,
I grabbed you by the jacket and wanted to drag you out,
Although I didn't believe it anymore, and you tore yourself away:
"Freedom means not being afraid of anyone,"
And you went towards them and then he just swung...
Willy, Willy, if we had just left in the morning, I
Still needed you,
We all need people like you!
Yesterday they beat up Willy,
And today, and today, and today he's being buried.