Paroles et traduction Niedeckens BAP - Alles relativ

Alles relativ

Dämm blonde Jung, dä ich ens woor, behütet un verwönnt,
Em sechste Johr nohm Kreech jeboore, woor et noch verjönnt,
Sich ömzeluhre, ahnzeteste, unschuldig, kindlich un naiv.
′T joov keine Einstein, domohls woor nix relativ.
Su ziemlich jede Warnung jing janz einfach enn dä Wind,
Beziehungsweise dohin, wo die Ahnjepasste sinn.
Dä junge Mann woor zornisch, doch enn singer Phantasie
Woor alles möchlich, je'nfalls woor nix relativ.
Sing Mutter hatt et joot jemeint: "Jung, maach et Beste druss!"
Un dat mer usser jlöcklich weede eijentlich nix muss.
Einijes hätt hinjehaue, manches jing och schief.
Enn ir′ndnem schlaue Booch stundt: Alles relativ.
Er hätt dodrövver nohjedaach, trotz vill zo vill Physik,
Sujar e' bessje jet kapiert, obwohl Mathematik
Jo eijentlich janz logisch sinn soll, sing Fach woor dat nie.
Donoh woor och für ihn dann alles relativ.
Die nähxte vier Johrzehnte woor e' ständig ungerwähß.
Die Strooß ess dä Ort, wo dä Gaukler sing Erfahrung mäht,
Die joode, wie die schläächte alle maßlos intensiv.
Off klingk et wie ′ne Trost, wenn ′t heiß, alles wöör relativ.
Jetz jeht e' op die Sibbzich zo, su langsam weet e′ alt.
"Et Alter ess nur relativ!" singk e' em dunkle Wald.
Er wünsch, er wöhr jelassener, weil schließlich alles fließt.
Dä Schmerz, die Sehnsucht un die Angs sinn relativ.
Dat Eis der Zivilisation weed dönner, Daach für Daach,
Ne Handschlaach ess längs winnjer wert, als irndne Scheiß-Vertrag.
Die Trittbrettfahrer triumphiere, un mir waade op Godot.
Dat ess nit mieh ming Welt, hührt mir noch einer zo,
Hührt mir noch einer zo?
Nur wohre Liebe un dä Duud
Sinn endjüldisch un absolut,
Met nix vergleichbar. Wie′t ussieht,
Ess alles Andre tatsächlich relativ,
Alles relativ, alles relativ.

All things are relative

That blond boy, who I once was, sheltered and spoiled,
Born in the sixth year after the war, it was still granted,
To look around, to try everything, innocent, childish and naive.
′T there were no Einsteins, back then nothing was relative.
Pretty much every warning went straight into the wind,
Or rather, where the adapted ones are.
The young man was angry, but in his imagination
Everything was possible, anyway nothing was relative.
His mother meant it well: "Boy, make the best of it!"
And that besides being happy we actually don't have to do anything.
Some things worked out, some things went wrong.
In a clever book it said: All things are relative.
He thought about it, despite too much physics,
Even understood a little bit, although mathematics
Actually should be very logical, it was never his subject.
After that, everything was relative.
The next four decades he was constantly undernourished.
The street is the place where the jester gains experience,
The good ones, like the bad ones, all extremely intensive.
Makes it sound like a comfort, when ′t hot everything was relative.
Now he's approaching seventy, he's slowly getting old.
"Age is just relative!" he sings in the dark forest.
He wishes he was more relaxed, because after all everything flows.
The pain, the longing and the fear are relative.
The ice of civilization is getting thinner, day after day,
A handshake is worth less than any shitty contract.
The free riders triumph, and we wait for Godot.
That's not my world anymore, does anyone still belong to me?
Does anyone still belong to me?
Only true love and death
Are eternal and absolute,
Nothing compares. As it seems,
All else is in fact relative,
Everything is relative, all things are relative.