Paroles et traduction Wolfgang Niedecken - Für Maria

Für Maria

Er weiß noch,
Wie dä Bletz ihn troof, vermutlisch och, wodraan dat looch
Wenn'e och nit janz nööschtern woor, Maria
Die Düür jing op un du kohms rinn un ihm woor kloor: Die muss et sinn
Dä Engel do, dä Sonnesching, Maria

Sieh Repertoire ahn Sprüsch woor dönn,
Doch irjendwie krääte't tatsächlich hin
Dat du nit einfach wigger jinx, Maria
"Komische Hillije!" häss du dir jedaach, doch immerhin hatte't jewaach
T'wood jedenfalls en lange Naach, Maria

Em selve Fliejer enn en die nähxte
Stadt, dat hatt janz bovve einer kloorjemaat
Un er'e Häzz uss Kääzewax, Maria
E Fernsehstudio met zovill Lück un'e Museum, met zowinnisch Zick
Ahm nähxte Morje schon dä Flooch zoröck, Maria

Wat hätte dir nit all jesaat un keine Satz dovun woor praatjelaat
Hätt sich bloß Zentner vun der Seel jeschwaad, Maria
Dä Troubadour met dämm jeplatzte
Draum, dämm joldne Käfig un dämm Jummibaum
Enn'er Art Diskothek, mer jläuv et kaum, Maria

Maria, weiss du ei'ntlisch, wat du für ihn bess?
Ich saare: "... bess" un nit: "... ens woors."
Wenn jo, dann wunderbar,
Dann spar ich mir dä Rest. Wenn nit, Maria, denk koot noh

Monatelang nur Telefon, ne Breef uss Shanghai, uss em Sheraton
Mätress un Intensivstation, Maria
New York un Stalingrad,
Noch streng jeheim, doch dann zo viert en de Türkei
Woort schon'e seltsam Paar, ihr zwei, Maria

Wer joov üsch zwei nit all kein Chance?
Wie lang soocht ihr rundömm kei Land?
Dann widder mieh Jlöck als Verstand, Maria
Er weiss noch,
Wie dä Bletz ihn troof un jraad noch hätte sich jefrooch
Ob du ihn noch ens nöhms. Saach jo, Maria

Maria, weiss du ei'ntlisch, wat du für ihn bess?
Ich saare: "... bess" un nit: "... ens woors."
Wenn jo, dann wunderbar,
Dann spar ich mir dä Rest. Wenn nit, Maria, denk koot noh
Denk koot noh, denk koot noh

For Mary

He still remembers,
How the lightning struck him,
Even though he wasn't completely sober, Mary
The door opened and you came in, and it was clear to him: This must be her
The angel there, the sunshine, Mary

Your repertoire of prayers was small,
But somehow it actually helped
That you didn't just turn away, Mary
"Funny saints!" you thought, but at least it worked
Anyway, it was a long night, Mary

In the very next plane
City, that had been made clear to him up above
And his heart of candle wax, Mary
A television studio with too many people and a museum with too little time
The next morning, the flight back, Mary

What he would have said to you, he couldn't tell you
Would have just spoken his soul out, Mary
The troubadour with the broken
Dream, the golden cage and the rubber tree
In a kind of disco, we can hardly believe it, Mary

Mary, do you really know what you are to him?
I say: "... are" and not: "... once were."
If so, then wonderful,
Then I'll spare you the rest. If not, Mary, think carefully

Months of only telephone calls, a letter from Shanghai, from the Sheraton
Mistress and intensive care unit, Mary
New York and Stalingrad,
Still top secret, but then the four of you in Turkey
You were already a strange couple, the two of you, Mary

Who wouldn't give us a chance?
How long were you looking around for no reason?
Then more luck than sense again, Mary
He still remembers,
How the lightning struck him and how he had just asked himself
If you would take him again. Say yes, Mary

Mary, do you really know what you are to him?
I say: "... are" and not: "... once were."
If so, then wonderful,
Then I'll spare you the rest. If not, Mary, think carefully
Think carefully, think carefully