Paroles et traduction Kurti Ostbahn - Zuckagoschal - Live

Zuckagoschal - Live

I man des ewige Zigeunan
Hod irgendwann sei End
Ma braucht wos, wo ma hingheat
De eiganan vier Waend
I wea nimma vue jünga
Schau heit scho oid gnua aus
So dass ma irgendwann sogn kunnt
I wü nua no z'haus

Und durt waast mei Zuckagoschal
Und i waa dei Bussibär
Mia tatn gmiadlich oid und blad wern
Heast wos brauch ma mehr
Heast wos brauch ma mehr

Und i hob von ollas gnua hobt
Auf des a andrer ewig wart
Hob eing'schenkt bis zum Umfalln
Hob bei nix und niemand g'spoat
Heit hama unsan Garten
Und der is volla Gladiolen
I hätt am Donnerstag mein Stammtisch
Du tatst mi uma elfe holen

Weu mia gengan zeitlich schlafen
Und mia stengan zeitlich auf
I war der Schwedenrätsel-Kaiser
Und du warst auf Stricken drauf

Und durt waast mei Zuckagoschal
Und i waa dei Bussibär
Mia tatn gmiadlich oid und blad wern
Heast wos brauch ma mehr
Heast wos brauch ma mehr

Woch auf im Bus und draußt
Ziagns grod Wels vuabei
Und i waaß glei: Wos woa
Des kann ned sei
Mia zwa, des woa vua hundert Joa
Auf amoi fallt ma ein
I wea weida Zigeunan
Weu i nix aunders kann
Du schickst jedes Joa a Kartn
Posit! A von dein Mann

Is lang her, dass ma glaubt ham
A Nocht lang oda zwa
Mia ham uns, mia hom ois
De Wod is winzig klaa

Und du warst mei Zuckagoschal
Und i war dei Bussibär
Mia warn gmiadlich oid und blad wern
Heast wos brauch ma mehr
Heast wos brauch ma mehr

Und du warst mei Zuckagoschal
Und i war dei Bussibär
Mia warn gmiadlich oid und blad wern
Heast wos brauch ma mehr
Heast wos brauch ma mehr

Zuckagoschal - Live

I am tired of being a vagabond
It must end someday
I need a place to belong
My own four walls
I'm not getting any younger
I look old enough today
So that I can say someday
I just want to be home

And there you will be my sugarplum
And I your sweetie-bear
We'll grow old and fat together
What more could we want
What more could we want

And I've had enough of everything
What others wait for forever
I've poured myself a drink until I fell over
I've spared nothing and no one
Today we have our garden
And it's full of gladioli
On Thursday I have my regulars' table
You would come to get me around eleven

Because we go to bed early
And we get up early
I was the crossword puzzle king
And you were good at knitting

And there you will be my sugarplum
And I your sweetie-bear
We'll grow old and fat together
What more could we want
What more could we want

Week in and week out
They just pull me past Wels
And I know right away: What was
That can't be
The two of us, that was a hundred years ago
Suddenly it dawns on me
I'll keep on being a vagabond
Because I can't do anything else
Every year you send a card
Season's greetings! From your husband

It's been a long time since we believed
A night or two
We had each other, we had everything
The world is tiny

And you were my sugarplum
And I was your sweetie-bear
We were going to grow old and fat together
What more could we want
What more could we want

And you were my sugarplum
And I was your sweetie-bear
We were going to grow old and fat together
What more could we want
What more could we want