Paroles et traduction Sophie Hunger - Dia Fahrenda

Dia Fahrenda

Kömend doch nöcher, liebi Lüt
I bringen oi e musig mit
Sensatione stönd üs no bevor
Mir fühered si dur e goldigs tor
E schöne tänzer turned umenand
En alti häx list eim us der hand
Üse philosoph wird oi öppis welle bewiise
Und üsri lösli versprechend hoochi priise
So ghört mer de spiilmaa singä in der straase
Dä gaukler wird däzu faxe mache müese
De zauberer schwingt scho wider sine staab
Und au d′rössli gönd ganz hübsch im trab
Das sind kinder useren andere rasse
Sind liebi lüüt und tüend niemer hasse
Si züchen ume ihres läbe lang
Und ihres läbe teilens ine gsang
Die lüüt, die kömed us däm dunkle
Wo mer ghöre ka die tote munkle
Wos stei git wo hell tüend funkle
Wo mer träum dri ka go tünkle.
Die lüüt, die tüend endlos fahre
Und tüend üs wunder offebaare
Scho vo wiit her ghört mer si ko
Dänn bliibs für e paar tag doo
Säge tüenz di tegend stähle und
Die tegend fremdi chinde quäle
Die lüüt sind bruun und gsehnd gsund us
Und schöön sinds, dass mer stuune muess
Si läbend freier als alli andere zäme
Aber die andere sägend me sötti sich drum schäme
Und in ihrere mitte git's e frauezimmer
Si gsend si alli ganz genau a ihrem flimmer
Das isch ihri lilie oder ihri dornerose
Die macht männer zu helde in kämpferpose
Sie lueget stolz uf d′auge vo dene buebe
Dän laat si ihre kopf i irne arme ruebe
Und d'auge steched gförlich umenand
Und eine treit e mässer in sinere hand
Die lüüt, die kömed us däm dunkle
Wo mer ghöre ka die tote munkle
Wos stei git wo hell tüend funkle
Wo mer träum dri ka go tünkle
Die lüüt, die tüend endlos fahre
Und tüend üs wunder offebaara
Das isch halt z'vill für min verstand
I gspühr die zeiche i minere hand
Mi trägend d′füess dene vögel na
Könt i ächt au no mit oi ko
Während anderi bunde sind an ihre erde
Läbe träged und treit könd werde
Kann us mir nur en spiilmaa werde
I im exil bin da uf erde
Drum schliich i amigs in dä straase ume
Tun zum motorebrumme lieder summe
Dän tumal nomal d′schicksalkarte weg
Morge lan i mi vo de fluugzüüg wecke
Dän gang i bis an stadtrand us
Suech mer es plätzli, won i könti pfuuse
Dänn luegi zum abehimmel ufe
Und tuen deht d'wätterzeiche überprüefe
Miis bluet, das rünnt deht us dem dunkle
Wo mer ghöre ka die tote munkle
Wos stei git wo hell tüend funkle
Wo mer träum dri ka go tünkle
Und au i will endlos fahre
Und will oi wunder offebaare

The Travelers

Come closer, dear people,
I bring you music with me.
Sensations still await us,
We will lead them through a golden gate.
A beautiful dancer twirls around,
An old witch reads your palm,
Our philosopher will want to prove something to you,
And our lottery promises high prizes.
So we hear the minstrel singing in the street,
The juggler will have to do tricks,
The magician waves his wand again,
And even the horses trot quite nicely.
These are children of our other races,
They are kind people and never hate.
They travel around their whole life long,
And share their life in a song.
These people come from the darkness,
Where you can hear the dead moan,
Where there are stones that sparkle brightly,
Where you can go to dream and twinkle.
These people travel endlessly,
And reveal wonders to us.
You can hear them coming from afar,
Then stay here for a few days.
The legend says they steal and
Torment foreign children.
These people are brown and look healthy,
And they are so beautiful, it makes you wonder.
They live freer than all others together,
But the others say they should be ashamed of it.
And in their midst, there is a lady,
They all watch her closely by her flicker.
This is their lily or their sleeping beauty,
She turns men into heroes in fighter poses.
She looks proudly into the eyes of these boys,
Then lets them rest their head in her arms.
And their eyes dart dangerously around,
And one carries a knife in his hand.
These people come from the darkness,
Where you can hear the dead moan,
Where there are stones that sparkle brightly,
Where you can go to dream and twinkle.
These people travel endlessly,
And reveal wonders to us.
This is all too much for my mind,
I feel the signs in my hand.
My feet carry me after those birds,
Could I really come with you too?
While others are bound to their earth,
Live, bear, and can be borne,
I can only become a minstrel,
I am in exile here on earth.
So I sneak around in the streets sometimes,
Humming songs to the engine rumble.
Then I throw away the cards of fate again,
Tomorrow I will be awakened by the airplanes.
Then I walk to the outskirts of the city,
Look for a place where I can rest.
Then I look up at the evening sky,
And check the weather signs.
My blood, it runs from the darkness,
Where you can hear the dead moan,
Where there are stones that sparkle brightly,
Where you can go to dream and twinkle.
And I too want to travel endlessly,
And reveal wonders to you.