Paroles et traduction Peter Reber - Dr Sunne entgäge

Dr Sunne entgäge

Biskaya im Winter uf 45° Nord
U d Quittig vom Neptun sprützt yschalt an Bord.
Dr Frost i de Hudle, de Frrust no im Gsicht,
Doch ändlech geits südwärts, La Coruña in Sicht.

Dr Sunne entgäge, so schnäll mi ds Schiff treit,
Dr Summer erläbe, wes deheime no schneit,
Uf südlechem Kurs, so stahni am Stüür,
Dr Sunne entgäge, däm wermende Füür.

D Mändelböim blüie ud 39° Nord,
Am Ufer wirds Früehlig, u o bi mir hie a Bord
Wirds langsam chly wermer, sogar i mym Härz,
Wüll d Ysblueme blüie hie nümme im März.

Dr Sunne entgäge, so schnäll mi ds Schiff treit,
Dr Summer erläbe, wes deheime no schneit,
Uf südlechem Kurs, so stahni am Stüür,
Dr Sunne entgäge, däm wermende Füür.

Ds letschmal lüpfsch Anker, ir Algarve geits links,
Aber ersch we dr Anke im Ankegfäss schmilzt
U ändlech Gibraltar, im Weste voruus,
Ob dr Aff ufem Felse dr Aff ächt o luust.

Dr Sunne entgäge, so schnäll mi ds Schiff treit,
Dr Summer erläbe, wes deheime no schneit,
Uf südlechem Kurs, so stahni am Stüür,
Dr Sunne entgäge, däm wermende Füür.

Dr Rügge am Wermi, d Füess wider im Sand,
Di südleche Gwässer si fest i myr Hand
U uf myni Lippe das uralte Lied,
Vo eim wo daheime am Winter entflieht.

Dr Sunne entgäge, so schnäll mi ds Schiff treit,
Dr Summer erläbe, wes deheime no schneit,
Uf südlechem Kurs, so stahni am Stüür,
Dr Sunne entgäge, däm wermende Füür

Towards the Sun

Bay of Biscay, winter, latitude 45° north
And the baptism from Neptune splashes salty on deck.
Frost in your bones, shivering still,
But eventually we are heading south, La Coruña in sight.

Towards the sun, so swiftly my ship carries me,
To experience summer, while it's still snowing at home,
On a southerly course, I stand at the helm,
Towards the sun, that warming fire.

The almond trees are blooming at 39° north,
Spring is coming to the shore, and also on board here
It's slowly getting warmer, even in my heart,
Because the ice flowers will no longer bloom here in March.

Towards the sun, so swiftly my ship carries me,
To experience summer, while it's still snowing at home,
On a southerly course, I stand at the helm,
Towards the sun, that warming fire.

At last, the anchor is hoisted, in the Algarve, it's to the left,
But only when the anchor melts in the anchor well
And finally, Gibraltar, ahead to the west,
Whether the monkey on the rock will listen, too.

Towards the sun, so swiftly my ship carries me,
To experience summer, while it's still snowing at home,
On a southerly course, I stand at the helm,
Towards the sun, that warming fire.

My back is warm, my feet back in the sand,
The southern waters are firmly in my hand
And on my lips that ancient song,
Of one who flees from winter at home.

Towards the sun, so swiftly my ship carries me,
To experience summer, while it's still snowing at home,
On a southerly course, I stand at the helm,
Towards the sun, that warming fire.