Paroles et traduction Manillio feat. Büne Huber - Aues Gloge

Aues Gloge

Mir hei uf de Tische tanzt, hei üs gschwore, s'wärd für immer ha -
üsä Hirngschpinscht fescht gha,
I finscht're Bars
Wo urplötzlech aues Sinn het gmacht
Torkelnd düre Notusgang -
Es Bootshuus plant
Täg schön, gred wie oft scho
Doch dr Morge chlopft
Und är isch troscht-los
Bis de aus wider vo vore los-goht

Scho bim z'Mittag wird mir wis gmacht
D' Wält wart uf mi a dr Bushautschteu
Si trägi äs Summerchleid us Side -
Und heig Luscht mit mir uf Paris us z' rissä.
Vo däm Wodka wird mir vorgmacht
Was i vorha, sigi schlau
I weiss ganz genau ds nid schtimmt -
Doch egau

Das isch aues gloge
Was isch würklech wohr
Abgseh vo morn Morge und de Froge
Woni frog 2x

De Froge woni frog

Klar, a Tage uf z' schtoh wo dr Wecker-Pipston
Vorem Chartehus-dorf imänä fette Jeep hockt
Mit Kanone obedrufe
Ds fägt nid -
Ds Läbe isch es Gedicht wo sech schlächt rimt
Aber ds Glück cha nid wit si s' wird nüt ufgäh
Mir si Zün uf chläterer sit Hüpfburg-Täg
Mache Für -
Bini dehei säge chli ufd Alp
Und d Wält wi si üs gfallt
Wüu

Das isch aues gloge
Was isch würklech wohr
Abgseh vo morn Morge und de Froge
Woni frog 2x

De Froge woni frog

U das isch aues gloge
Doch was isch würklech wohr
Abgseh vo morn Morge und de Froge
Woni frog 2x

All a Lie

We danced on the tables, swore to each other, it would last forever -
Our flights of fancy were firmly in place,
In dark bars,
Where suddenly everything made sense
Staggering through the emergency exit -
A boat shed plant
Fine days, how often already
But the morning knocks,
And it is comfortless
Until the lie starts again

By midday I am being made wise
The world is waiting for me at the bus stop
She's wearing a summer dress made of silk -
And she wants me to run away with her to Paris.
This vodka tells me
What I'm planning is clever
I know very well that's not true -
But it doesn't matter

That's all a lie
What is really true
Apart from tomorrow morning and the questions
When I ask twice

The questions when I ask

Sure, on days to get up when the alarm clock beeps
In front of the Chartreuse village, a fat Jeep is parked
With cannons on top
That's not true -
Life is a poem that doesn't rhyme well
But happiness can't be far away, it won't give up
We're kids climbing up since bouncy castle days
Making fire -
When I'm home, I say a little about the Alps
And the world as we like it
Because

That's all a lie
What is really true
Apart from tomorrow morning and the questions
When I ask twice

The questions when I ask

And that's all a lie
But what's really true
Apart from tomorrow morning and the questions
When I ask twice