Paroles et traduction Milchmaa - Ić-girl

Ić-girl

I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
Und sie wür mi uf kei Fall verloh
Wür kei Froga stella, sondern eifach verstoh
Verstoh, wo i herkumm
Verstoh, was für Liader i so vor mi hersumm
Und sie würi verstoh und au achta
Dass i mengisch an Monat vor Ostera fasta
Und immer im Summer d Koffera packa
Und mi denn richtig Süd-Osta ufmacha
Zu Onkel und Tanta, Gräber bsuacha
Und Kerza azünda für toti Verwandta
Denn as Johr isch verganga und öppert isch ganga
Doch sie wär denn do und hebt mi
Wenn i ihra dr Hof amol macha
Und denn Hei kämti am Obed vum Schaffa
Hetti sie schu öppis im Offa am backa
Mis Girl, sie weiss sie het mi
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
Und sie suacht dr Striit, denn sie brucht dia Liidaschaft
An klina Krach, will Harmonie Bezüüchiga so bieder macht
Flügen d Fetza bi üs bis tüüf in d Nacht
Bis tüüf in d Nacht, und wenn denn plötzlich z Füür entfacht
Heben miar üs gegasitig no bis am 3, bis 4i, bis am 5i wach
Sie isch so süass, wenn sie mi mol wieder in dr City vorfüahrt
Und mi denn eifach so a Frau uf dr Stross grüasst
Luagt si mi so schräg a und frogt mi vorwurfsvoll: "Wer isch das?"
Bevor sie voll usholt und miar voll ufs Ohr a Rechti klatscht
A harti Birra, a starka Willa
Und sie droht miar,
Falls i sie betrüüga wür, wird mir ihra Vater killa
Oder Onkel, oder Bruader
Eigentli egal wer, besser isch i luaga
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
Sie brucht an Maa, wo sie beschützt und verteidigt
Und i mach mi nützlich, zeig Eier und hau ihra Ex-Fründ zu Brei
I bin nit dr Typ dazua, doch sie macht mi zum Typ dazua
Und i hola no anderi Typa dazua und miar schlönd öppa z füfta zua
So kann es si, dass es uf dr Stross no heikel wird
Denn i söll ihri Ehr verteidiga, egal wia gross und breit er isch
Au wenn i wega dera Attidüda menga Zah verlüüra
Schenk i als Liabesbewiis anstatt rota Rosa mini blaua Büüla
Hüt bin i richtig Glück unterwegs
Und bald fiir i Hochzit mit öppa füüfhundert Gäst
Irgenwo dunna unterem Zelt, los kumm an mis Fescht
Hüt bin i richtig Glück unterwegs
Und bald fiir i Hochzit mit öppa füüfhundert Gäst
Kumm an mis Fescht
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl
I will kei it-Girl, i will as ić-Girl

It-Girl

I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
And she would never leave me
Wouldn't ask questions, just understand
Understand where I come from
Understand the kind of songs I hum to myself
And she would understand and also respect
That sometimes I fast for a month before Easter
And always pack my bags in the summer
And then really head southeast
To visit uncles and aunts, visit graves
And light candles for dead relatives
Because the year has passed and someone has gone
But she would be there and lift me up
If I ever court her
And then when I came home from work in the evening
She would already have something baking in the oven
My girl, she knows she has me
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
And she seeks conflict, because she needs that passion
A little fight, because harmony makes relationships so dull
The fur flies between us until deep into the night
Deep into the night, and when suddenly the fire ignites
We keep each other awake until 3, 4, 5 in the morning
She is so sweet when she picks me up in the city again
And then simply greets a woman on the street like that
She looks at me so sideways and asks me accusingly: "Who is that?"
Before she fully swings and slaps me right on the ear
A tough cookie, a strong will
And she threatens me,
If I cheat on her, her father will kill me
Or uncle, or brother
Actually, it doesn't matter who, it's better if I watch out
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
She needs a man who protects and defends her
And I make myself useful, show balls and beat her ex-boyfriend to a pulp
I'm not the type for that, but she makes me the type for that
And I get other guys involved and we beat someone up five to one
So it can happen that things get tricky on the street
Because I have to defend her honor, no matter how big and wide he is
Even if I lose a few teeth because of this attitude
I give my blue bumps as a token of love instead of red roses
Today I am really lucky on the road
And soon I will celebrate my wedding with about five hundred guests
Somewhere under a tent, come to my party
Today I am really lucky on the road
And soon I will celebrate my wedding with about five hundred guests
Come to my party
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl
I don't want an it-Girl, I want an "ić"-Girl