Paroles et traduction Kurt Ostbahn feat. Kurti Ostbahn - Haasses Pflosta

Haasses Pflosta

Da Fleck
In da Einfahrt
Schaut aus
Wia a eintrickats Bluat
Des woa da Müzriß
Heut noch viere
Da Schindler Bua
Hat an Anfall kriagt
Wegen nix
Wegn an foischn Wuat
Da Trafikant
Dazöht de Schlagzeiln
Ea woa auf sein'm Fenstaplotz
Mit dabei
Da Müzriß
Des woa a ka Guada
Oba des Schindler-Gfraßt
Hod scho ois Bua
Mit'm Flobertgwehr
Auf de Taubn gschossn
Und auf oide Leit

Na des Lebn is ka Spaß
Und des Pflosta is haß
Do, bei mia daham
Bei mia in da Gassn

Jo und do drübn
Do woa amoi a Repassierstubn
Dann späta
Da Frau Gerti ihr
Stricksalon
Jetzt gibt do a
Ewiche Studentin
Stunden
In Französisch
Und Griechisch
Gegn Aufpreis a
In an strengeren Ton
In ihrer Auslog schlogt
A Herz aus rote Liachta
Oba a Herz wia des
Schlogt do ned lang
Da Türk obn am Eck
Hod a miaßn zuasperrn
Sei Kebbab hams g'fressn
Nur eam haum's net woll'n
Weu er ned so woa
Wia ma is do am Grund

Na des Lebn is ka Spaß
Und des Pflosta is haß
Do bei mia daham
Bei mia in da Gassn

Heit fliagt a Fernseher
Aus'm Fensta
Weu de Vienna
Hod scho wieda valuan
Und wann da Schestak sei Oide
Birnt und beidlt
Daunn waßt es ist Samstog
Und noch ana Wochn Hockn
Hot er endlich Zeit
Fia sein eiganan Zurn

Na des Lebn is ka Spaß
Und des Pflosta is haß
Do bei mir daham
Bei mia in da Gassn

Na des Lebn is ka Spaß
Und des Pflosta is haß
Do bei mir daham
Bei mia in da Gassn

Haasses Pflaster

The stain
In the driveway
Looks like
Dried blood
That was Müzriß
Yesterday around four
Schindler's boy
Had a fit
Over nothing
Over the wrong word
The newsagent
Reads the headlines
He was at his window seat
With him
Müzriß
He wasn't a good one
But that Schindler brat
Even as a boy
With his Flobert rifle
Shot at pigeons
And at old people

Well, life's no fun
And the pavement's hot
Here, at my place
Here on my street

And up there
There used to be a repair shop
Then later
Gerti's
Knitting salon
Now there's
An eternal student
Teaching
French
And Greek
For an extra charge
In a stricter tone
In her display beats
A heart of red lights
But a heart like that
Doesn't beat long here
The Turk up the street
Had to close up
They ate his kebab
They just didn't want him
Because he wasn't like
The people in the neighborhood

Well, life's no fun
And the pavement's hot
Here, at my place
Here on my street

Today a television
Flies out of the window
Because Vienna
Has lost again
And when Schestak's old lady
Begs and pleads
Then you know it's Saturday
And after a week of drinking
He finally has time
For his own anger

Well, life's no fun
And the pavement's hot
Here, at my place
Here on my street

Well, life's no fun
And the pavement's hot
Here, at my place
Here on my street