Paroles et traduction QL - W.Nuss vo Bümpliz

W.Nuss vo Bümpliz

D'w. Nuss vo Bümpliz geit dür d'Strass
Liecht u flüchtig, wie nes gas
So unerreichbar höch
Bockstössigi Himbeerbuebe
Schüüch u brav wie Schaf
Schön fönfriesert
Chöme tubetänzig nöch
U d'Spargle wachse i bluetjung Morge
D'Sunne chunnt 's wird langsam warm
Sie het meh als hundert ching
U jede Früehlig git 's es nöis
Het d'Chiuchefänschterouge off
U macht se zue bi jedem Kuss
U we sie lachet wärde Bärge zu schtoub
U jedes zäihe Läderhärz wird weich
D'w. Nuss vo bümpliz
Isch schön win es Füür i dr Nacht
Win e Rose im Schnee
We se gseh duss in Bümpliz
De schlat mir mys Härz hert i Hals
U i gseh win i ungergah
Siw wohnt im ne Huus us Glas
Hinger Türe ohni Schloss
Gseht dür jedi Muur
Dänkt wi nes Füürwärch
Win e Zuckerstock
Läbt win e Wasserfau
Für sie git's nüt, wo's nid git
U aus wo's git, git's nid für ging
Sie nimmt's wie's chunnt u lat's la gah
D'w. Nuss vo bümpliz
Isch schön win es Füür i dr Nacht
Win e Rose im Schnee
We se gseh duss in Bümpliz
De schlat mir mys Härz hert i Hals
U i gseh win i ungergah

W.Nuss of Bümpliz

W. Nuss of Bümpliz is strolling down the street,
Bright and elusive, like a floating spirit,
So unattainably high.
Rascal raspberry-pickin' boys,
Timid and meek as sheep,
Their hair combed slick,
Come tumbling after her in a lively dance.
And the asparagus grow in the bright, young morning,
The sun is coming up, it's getting warm.
She has more than a hundred children,
And every spring brings something new.
The church window's eye opens,
And shuts with every kiss.
And when they laugh, the mountains crumble to dust,
And every hardened leather heart softens.
W. Nuss of Bümpliz,
As beautiful as a fire in the night,
As a rose in the snow.
When I see you in Bümpliz,
Our heart starts pounding in our chest,
And I feel like I'm melting away.
She lives in a house of glass
Behind doors without locks,
Can see through every wall,
Thinks like a fireworks show,
As sweet as candy,
Lives like a waterfall.
There's nothing she can't have,
And nothing lasts forever, even the best things.
She takes what comes and lets it go,
W. Nuss of Bümpliz,
As beautiful as a fire in the night,
As a rose in the snow.
When I see you in Bümpliz,
Our heart starts pounding in our chest,
And I feel like I'm melting away.