Paroles et traduction Peter Reber & Nina - Bsuech uf em Schloss Bluemefels

Bsuech uf em Schloss Bluemefels

S'ist z'Nacht am zwöłfi der Wind wäit düre Schloßgang
S'it Geisterstund biem letste Gloggeschlag
Es chliises Geschöpfli imne wisse'n'Umhang
Ziibet muetig z'Stägegländer ab
Ir erste Kurve wird's scho langsam kritisch
Ir zwöite hetses grousig usegspickt
Es schimpft u dänkt ja das ist wieder typisch
Der Bötler dä Löu hets Gländer no geng nihd geflickt

Wär kennt scho d'Not vom kliene Hippygspängstli
Es schiilet u het Blüemli ufem Kleid
Wär khennt scho sini Sörgeli u Ängstli
Däm Gspängstli wo geng alles abverheit
Hmmm
Hmmm
Oooh

Grad z'Trotz wot itz dä Lintuech-Blüemli-Stoupe
Kopfvoraa dür d'Tür vor Madmuasel
Im Schlüssuloch da hanget no der Lumpe
Düregrütscht ist nume z'Chnochegstell

Wär khennt scho d'Not vom Kliene Hippygspängstli
Es schiilet u het Blüemli ufem Kleid
Wär khennt scho sini Sörgeli u Ängstli
Däm Gspängstli wo geng alles abverheit
Hmmm
Hmmm
Oooh

Doch das bringt z'Gspängstli erst so rächt uf d'Socke
Und ouf der Bettstatt brüelets mordio
Doch die im Bett wos hätti wölle schocke
Hei statt e Schock e Lachchrampf übercho

Wär khennt scho d'Not vom kliene Hippygspängstli
Es schiilet u het Blüemli ufem Kleid
Wär kehnnt scho sini Sörgeli u Ängstli
Däm Gspängstli wo geng alles abverheit
Hmmm
Hmmm
Oooh

Visit the Bluemefels Castle

It's midnight, wind whistles through castle corridors
It is the hour of ghosts as the last bell chimes
A little creature in a white cloak
Bravely descends the castle's winding stairs
Already in the first bend, things get dicey
In the second, it groans terribly
It curses and thinks, oh, this is typical
The castle ghost hasn't fixed the railing yet

Who knows the troubles of the little hippie ghost
It shimmers and has flowers on its gown
Who knows its worries and fears
The ghost that always loses its head
Hmmm
Hmmm
Oooh

In defiance, the lace-and-flower ghoul
Heads towards the mademoiselle's door
In the keyhole hangs a dusty old rag
Only the skeleton squeezed through

Who knows the troubles of the little hippie ghost
It shimmers and has flowers on its gown
Who knows its worries and fears
The ghost that always loses its head
Hmmm
Hmmm
Oooh

But that really gets the ghost going
And on the bed, it cries murder
But the one in bed, who it wanted to shock
Instead of a fright, got a fit of laughter

Who knows the troubles of the little hippie ghost
It shimmers and has flowers on its gown
Who knows its worries and fears
The ghost that always loses its head
Hmmm
Hmmm
Oooh