Paroles et traduction Rainhard Fendrich - Sonntagnachmittag

Sonntagnachmittag

Sonntag nachmittag um viertl drei
Jetzt is die besuchszeit glei vorbei

Er hat sein schensten anzug an
Und geht so grod wie er nur kann
Zum fenster und wort wie scho so oft
On die schwester hot er sie scho gwänt

Sie behondeln erm ois wie a klanes kind
Er derf aufs heisl ned allan
Und kotzt er si beim essen an
Kriegt er nochher ned amoi sei schoin kaffee

Es is erm klor das des für erm
Und olle andren bessa is
A euda mann des is und bleibt
A schware last
Und jeda hat erm gsagt, des heim
Des is für die des paradies
Wei du dort alles was du brachst ganz
Afoch hast

Er sicht des ollas ei nur tät er gern
Wieda amoi kinda lochen härn
Seine enkerl aufm schoß
A na, die san ja scho zu groß
Na jo er hats hoit lang scho nimma gsehen

Sonntag nachmittag dreiviertel drei
Jetzt is die besuchszeit glei vorbei
Er was dass er nur hoffn kann
Sie wärn doch net vergessen homm
Auf a hoibe stund am sonntag npchmittog
Die tür geht auf
Die schwester schaut erm an
Und sicht die augen vonn am oiden monn
Für dens jetzt nichts mehr gibt
Weil er hat doch nur noch glebt
Für a hoibe stund am
Sonntag nachmittag

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday afternoon around three fifteen
Now the visiting time is about to end

He has on his nicest suit
And walks as straight as he can
To the window and says as he has so often
To the nurse he has already gotten used to

They treat him like a small child
He is not allowed to go to the bathroom alone
And if he throws up while eating
He won't even get his beautiful coffee afterwards

It is clear to him that for him
And everyone else it is better like this
An old man that is and remains
A heavy burden
And everyone has told him, the home
That is paradise for you
Because there you have everything you need completely
Simply have

He sees it all inside but he would love to
Hear children laughing again
His grandchildren on his lap
Oh well, they are already too big
Well, he hasn't seen them in a long time

Sunday afternoon a quarter to four
Now the visiting time is about to end
He knows that he can only hope
They haven't forgotten him after all
For half an hour on Sunday afternoon
The door opens
The nurse looks at him
And sees the eyes of an old man
For whom there is nothing more now
Because he only lived for this
For half an hour on
Sunday afternoon