Paroles et traduction Miljö - Su lang die Leechter noch brenne

Su lang die Leechter noch brenne

Sulang beim Lommi die Leechter noch brenne
Sulang 'ne Funk weiß, wie Stippefott jeiht
Sulang dä Pitter noch schleiht
Der Speimanes noch speit
Jo, sulang stirv dä Kölsche nit us
Mer süht et en der Zeidung
Mer hürt et op der Stroß
Do leeven Jott, et Engk es noh
De Kölsche stirve us
Kein Bloskapell un och kein Flitsch
Mer han dä Brasel jroß
Statt Ostermann un Millowitsch
Hürt mer jetz "Atemlos"
Doch et nit nor en Sproch
Et es nit nor Zohus
En Levvensaat, die stirv su schnell nit us
Sulang beim Lommi die Leechter noch brenne
Sulang 'ne Funk weiß, wie Stippefott jeiht
Sulang dä Pitter noch schleiht
Der Speimanes noch speit
Jo, sulang stirv dä Kölsche nit us
Mer hürt se nor noch selde
Uns Muttersproch es weg
Un süht och immer winniger
De Weetschaff op d'r Eck
Doch et jitt en noch, dä ahle Mann
Dä jet zo verzälle hät
D'röm hald de Schnüss un hür ens zo
Un zeig im jet Respek
Denn et nit nor en Sproch
Et es nit nor Zohus
En Levvensaat, die stirv su schnell nit us
Sulang beim Lommi die Leechter noch brenne
Sulang 'ne Funk weiß, wie Stippefott jeiht
Sulang dä Pitter noch schleiht
Der Speimanes noch speit
Jo, sulang stirv dä Kölsche nit us
Un et bliev, bliev, bliev hee, wie et wor
Denn mer sing, sing, singe och em nächste Johr
Jo, et bliev, bliev, bliev hee, wie et wor
Denn mer singe och em nächste Johr
Sulang beim Lommi die Leechter noch brenne
Sulang 'ne Funk weiß, wie Stippefott jeiht
Sulang dä Pitter noch schleiht
Der Speimanes noch speit
Jo, sulang stirv dä Kölsche nit us
Sulang beim Lommi die Leechter noch brenne
Sulang 'ne Funk weiß, wie Stippefott jeiht
Sulang dä Pitter noch schleiht
Der Speimanes noch speit
Jo, sulang stirv dä Kölsche nit us
Sulang beim Lommi die Leechter noch brenne
Sulang 'ne Funk weiß, wie Stippefott jeiht
Sulang dä Pitter noch schleiht
Der Speimanes noch speit
Jo, sulang stirv dä Kölsche nit us
Jo, sulang stirv dä Kölsche nit us
Jo, sulang stirv dä Kölsche nit us

As Long As the Lights Still Burn in Cologne

As long as the lights still burn at the Cathedral
As long as a spark knows how to find its way
As long as Pitter still hobbles
And the spitfires still spit
Yes, as long as that happens, the people of Cologne will never die out
You can see it in the newspaper
You can hear it in the streets
There they go, God, the end is near
The people of Cologne are dying out
No brass band or float
We've got big problems
Instead of Ostermann and Millowitsch
You can now hear "Breathless"
But it's not just a language
It's not just home
A way of life that won't die out so quickly
As long as the lights still burn at the Cathedral
As long as a spark knows how to find its way
As long as Pitter still hobbles
And the spitfires still spit
Yes, as long as that happens, the people of Cologne will never die out
You can only hear them rarely now
Our mother tongue is gone
And you see less and less of it
The pub on the corner
But there's still one left, the old man
Who has something to tell
So hold your nose and listen
And show him some respect
Because it's not just a language
It's not just home
A way of life that won't die out so quickly
As long as the lights still burn at the Cathedral
As long as a spark knows how to find its way
As long as Pitter still hobbles
And the spitfires still spit
Yes, as long as that happens, the people of Cologne will never die out
And it will stay, stay, stay here as it was
Because we will sing, sing, sing next year too
Yes, it will stay, stay, stay here as it was
Because we will sing next year too
As long as the lights still burn at the Cathedral
As long as a spark knows how to find its way
As long as Pitter still hobbles
And the spitfires still spit
Yes, as long as that happens, the people of Cologne will never die out
As long as the lights still burn at the Cathedral
As long as a spark knows how to find its way
As long as Pitter still hobbles
And the spitfires still spit
Yes, as long as that happens, the people of Cologne will never die out
As long as the lights still burn at the Cathedral
As long as a spark knows how to find its way
As long as Pitter still hobbles
And the spitfires still spit
Yes, as long as that happens, the people of Cologne will never die out
Yes, as long as that happens, the people of Cologne will never die out
Yes, as long as that happens, the people of Cologne will never die out