Paroles et traduction S.T.S. - Fürstenfeld

Fürstenfeld

Langsam find't der Tag sei End und die Nacht beginnt
In der Kärtnerstrass'n do singt aner "Blowing in the wind"
Hat a greanes Röckerl an, steht da ganz verlorn
Und der Steffl der schaut owi auf den oarmen Steirerbuam
Der hat woll'n sei Glück probiern in der grossen fremden Stadt
Hat glaubt sei Musik bringt eam aufs Rennbahnexpress-Titelblatt
Aus der Traum zerplatzt wia Seifenblosn nix is blieb'n
Ois wia a paar Schilling in seim Gitarrenkoffer drin
Wochenlang steh i scho do
Wochenlang plog i mi o
I spuil mia die Finger wund
Und sing sogor "Do kummt die Sunn"
Doch es is zum narrisch wern
Kaner will mi singen hearn
Langsam kriag i wirklich gnua
I frog mi wos i do dua
Da geht den ganzen Tag der Wind
Nix ois Baustelln das ka Mensch wos find
Die Burenhäut'ln san ein Graus
Und im Kaffeehaus brennst di aus
I will wieder ham, fühl mi do so allan
I brauch ka grosse Welt, i will ham nach Fürstenfeld
In der Zeitung da ham'S gschriem
Da gibts a Szene do muasst hin
Was die wolln des soin die schreim
Mia ka de Szene g'stoin bleim
Da geh i gestern ins U4
Fangt a Diandl a zum redn mit mir
Schwoarze Lipp'n grüne Hoar
Do kannst ja Angst kriang wirklich woahr
I will wieder ham, fühl mi do so allan
I brauch ka grosse Welt, i will ham nach Fürstenfeld
Niemals spiel i mehr in Wien
Wien hat mi gor ned verdient
I spiel höchstens no in Graz
Sinabelkirchen und Stinatz
I brauch kan Gürtel i brauch kan Ring
I will z'ruck hintern Semmering
I brauch nur des bissl Göid
Für die Fahrt nach Fürstenfeld
I will wieder ham, fühl mi do so allan
I brauch ka grosse Welt, i will ham nach Fürstenfeld
I will wieder ham, fühl mi do so allan
I brauch ka grosse Welt, i will ham nach Fürstenfeld

Fürstenfeld

Slowly the day comes to an end and the night begins
In Kärntner Strasse, someone sings "Blowing in the Wind"
He's wearing a green jacket, standing there forlorn
And the Stephansdom looks down on the poor Styrian boy
He wanted to try his luck in the big, strange city
He thought his music would make him a star on the Rennbahnexpress cover
His dream burst like a soap bubble, nothing left
Except a few schillings in his guitar case
I've been standing here for weeks
I've been struggling for weeks
I'm playing my fingers raw
I'm even singing "Here Comes the Sun"
But it's crazy
No one wants to hear me sing
I'm starting to get really fed up
I wonder what I'm doing here
The wind blows all day long
Nothing but construction sites, no one can find anything
The country girls are awful
And in the coffee house you burn out
I want to go home, I feel so alone here
I don't need the big city, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld
In the newspaper, they wrote
There's a scene there, you have to go there
What do they want, let them write
The scene can stay stolen from me
Yesterday, I went to the U4
A girl starts talking to me
Black lips, green hair
You could really get scared, really
I want to go home, I feel so alone here
I don't need the big city, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld
I'll never play in Vienna again
Vienna doesn't deserve me at all
At most, I'll play in Graz
Sinabelkirchen and Stinatz
I don't need a belt, I don't need a ring
I want to go back behind the Semmering
I just need a little money
For the trip to Fürstenfeld
I want to go home, I feel so alone here
I don't need the big city, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld
I want to go home, I feel so alone here
I don't need the big city, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld