Paroles et traduction PVP - Zrügg zum Glück

Zrügg zum Glück

We' d mi mau nümm gsesch mach dr nüt drus i bring der öppis mit weni zrüggchum
Egau wiviv sünde verziehe ha nümme gnue zyt gha zum schuude beglyche

Es isch aues e kreis sache chöme uf eim zrügg luege geng füre aber chume geng zrügg
U di heimtückische wo sech hei drückt müesse z'himmurich fürchte dir heit eifach kei glück
E treue soudat u bescheidene soud u i bereue scho tate aber verneine wozue
Ha ne gott gsuecht teil heine todgfluecht i irer tobsucht drbi dänkend es chunt scho
Guet wot nüm säge würd aues gä für dä momänt uf däm fäud ir umgäbig fo bärn nur
Dä ga mitem lächle im porträt glohnt hei sech paar monät die drfür potänt

We' d mi mau nümm gsesch mach dr nüt drus i bring der öppis mit weni zrüggchum
Egau wiviv sünde verziehe ha nümme gnue zyt gha zum schuude beglyche

Ma cha wähle zwüsche fäuder wo brach lige u saftige wise sisch e fraag voder aasicht
Mit chly muet wird usme chline fisch im teich mau e hei imene meer vouer muschle
Reglä eis i schwümme im glück ha ke freud wes nech schlächt geit teil hei nüt klar
Ischs fürse schwär z'teile wei di abezie doch i blibe wini bi ha ke schadefreud wird mini
Prinzipie dürestiere bi um di haub wäut gfloge und zrügg zu da most real i breitsch
Nordsitte vor brügg hüpf hüpf hüpf u bis mi gott hout i tod im bett ligg gangi steinigi strasse wi uf rotem teppich

We' d mi mau nümm gsesch mach dr nüt drus i bring der öppis mit weni zrüggchum
Egau wiviv sünde verziehe ha nümme gnue zyt gha zum schuude beglyche

I gloub i gibe nid aues ämu nid gnue für was mer isch wärt gsi läret bier a bode im usgang
Bevor si ganz lär si für mi i miechs für jede vo euch ha die äbe gliebt gha blödi schprüch
Schpät duss bringe läbe i quartier-strasse cumulus wueche bringe vilech no räge
Es schmöcht nach abgas vo vespas wo verbirase u churz hupe für d'kollegas
Ei clique chlyklass gib nech fride mit hät me wänd söue male u tags i schribe gritzt nüt
Wi der erscht abe im summer in bärn bis bulle chöme wägem lärm vor musig uf der strass
Oder dfür wo brönne mis härz i flamme dänke di name
U würd s'der nie verrate me söue wage im läbe as aues ume träge bis iz grab

Back to Happiness

If you don't see me for a while, don't worry, I'll bring you something when I return
No matter how many sins I've forgiven, I haven't had enough time to make up for the damage

Everything is a circle, things come back to you, you always look ahead but always come back
And the treacherous ones who have pressed themselves must fear the morning, they simply have no luck today
A loyal soldier and a modest soul, and I already regret actions, but deny what for
I sought a God, some cursed death, in their madness, thinking it would come anyway
Good doesn't mean anything anymore, I would give everything for that moment on that feud, your surroundings only burn
The one with the smile in the portrait was worth a few months, those who are potent for it

If you don't see me for a while, don't worry, I'll bring you something when I return
No matter how many sins I've forgiven, I haven't had enough time to make up for the damage

You can choose between feuds that lie fallow and juicy meadows, it's a question of perspective
With a little courage, a small fish in the pond will one day become a shark in a sea full of muscles
Rule one, I swim in happiness, have no joy when things go badly for others, some have nothing clear
Is it difficult for them to share because of the relationship, but I stay as I am, I have no malicious joy, it will be mine
Principles persevere, I have flown around the world and back to the most real, I spread
North side before the bridge, hop hop hop and until my God takes me in death in bed, I walk stony roads like on a red carpet

If you don't see me for a while, don't worry, I'll bring you something when I return
No matter how many sins I've forgiven, I haven't had enough time to make up for the damage

I believe I don't give everything, not enough for what I was worth, I learned that beer is on the floor in the exit
Before they are completely empty, for me, I would do it for each of you, I have loved these evenings, stupid sayings
Late out, living in quartier-strasse, cumulus weeks maybe still bring rain
It smells like exhaust from Vespas that buzz by and honk briefly for the colleagues
One clique, small class, give yourself peace, we should have painted and written tags, nothing scratched
Like the first evening in summer in Bern until the cops come because of the noise from the music on the street
Or for those who burn my heart in flames, I think your names
And I would never betray you, we should dare to carry everything in life until the grave