Paroles et traduction Wolfgang Ambros - Verdamp lang her - Kölsch-wienerische Spezialversion Live

Verdamp lang her - Kölsch-wienerische Spezialversion Live

Verdamp lang her, dat ich fast alles ähnz nohm.
Verdamp lang her, dat ich ahn jet jejläuv
Un dann dä Schock, wie et anders op mich zokohm,
Merkwürdich, wo su manche Haas langläuf.
Nit resigniert, nur reichlich desillusioniert.
E bessje jet hann ich kapiert.
Wer alles, wenn dir et klapp, hinger dir herrennt,
Ding Schulder klopp, wer dich nit all hofiert,
Sich ohne ruut ze weede dinge Fründ nennt
Un dich daachs drop janz einfach ignoriert.
Et ess lang her, dat ich vüür sujet ratlos stund
Un vüür Enttäuschung echt nit mieh kunnt.
Ich weiß noch, wie ich nur dovun gedräump hann,
Wovunn ich nit woss, wie ich et sööke sollt,
Vüür lauter Söökerei et Finge jlatt versäump hann
Un övverhaup, wat ich wo finge wollt.
Ne Kopp voll nix, nur die paar instinktive Tricks.
Et duhrt lang, besste dich durchblicks.
Dat woor die Zick, wo ich noch nit ens Pech hat.
Noch nit ens dat, ich hatt se nit ens satt.
He woor John Steinbeck, do stund Joseph Conrad,
Dozwesche ich, nur relativ schachmatt.
Et ess paar Johr her, doch die Erinnerung fällt nit schwer.
Hück kütt mer vüür, als wenn et jestern wöör.
Verdamp lang her, verdamp lang. Verdamp lang her.
Frööchs mich, wann ich zoletz e Bild jemohlt hann,
Ob mir e Leed tatsächlich jetz jenüsch,
Ob ich jetz do benn, wo ich hinjewollt hann,
Ob mir ming Färv op die Tour nit verdrüsch.
Ich jläuv, ich weiß, ob du nu laut mohls oder leis,
Et kütt drop ahn, dat du et deiß.
Verdamp lang her, verdamp lang. Verdamp lang her.
Verdamp lang her, dat ich bei dir ahm Jraav woor
Verdamp lang her, dat mir jesprochen hann,
Un dat vum eine och jet beim andere ahnkohm,
Su lang, dat ich mich kaum erinnre kann.
Häss fess jejläuv, dat wer em Himmel op dich waat,
"Ich jönn et dir", hann ich jesaat.

A Long Time Ago - Cologne-Viennese Special Version Live

A long time ago, when I believed almost everything.
A long time ago, when I believed in something, you know,
And then the shock, as it came to me differently,
It's strange where some hares run long.
Not resigned, just thoroughly disillusioned.
I've figured out a little bit of something.
Who, when things are going well for you, runs after you,
Pats your shoulder, who doesn't court you all,
Calls himself your friend without tiring,
And simply ignores you the next day.
It was a long time ago that I stood perplexed before such a subject matter,
And couldn't really handle any more disappointment.
I still remember how I only dreamed of that,
What I didn't know how to look for,
I completely neglected the search,
And what I wanted to find in the first place.
A head full of nothing, just those few instinctive tricks.
It takes a long time to figure it out.
That was the time when I didn't even have bad luck yet.
Not even that, I didn't even have enough of it.
Here was John Steinbeck, over there stood Joseph Conrad,
In between me, only relatively checkmated.
It was a few years ago, but the memory is not difficult.
Today it seems to me as if it were yesterday.
A long time ago, a bloody long time ago. A long time ago.
Wonder when I last painted a picture,
If a song really satisfies me now,
If I am now where I wanted to go,
If my color won't wear off on tour.
I think I know, whether you're painting loudly or quietly now,
It all depends on whether you do it yourself.
A long time ago, a bloody long time ago. A long time ago.
A long time ago, that I was at your grave,
A long time ago, that we spoke,
And that the one also came from the other,
So long that I can hardly remember it.
Ugly faith believes that someone is waiting for you in heaven,
"I won't begrudge you that", I said.