Paroles et traduction Wolfgang Niedecken - Griefbar noh

Griefbar noh

Zojefroore litt dä See
Et weed langsam hell, hä woor schon ens he
Schwemme liere sollt'e domohls
Nüng Levve hätt'e, wie en Katz
Dat, wat jraad draan ess, hätt'e ziemlich satt
Op singem Drootseil steht'e rootlos
Die Hugg uss Horn op singer Seel ess wund
Ahnjesunge en unzählje Stunde
E wiess Emailjeschild säät "Salzburg"!
Schnie weed Rään, dann duhrt et nimieh lang
Dat du ohm Bahnsteig stehs un - Jottseidank
E Netz opspanns, dat ihm Ballance jitt

Gare de l'Est, Café des Arrivées
De Häng jewärmp ahn 'nem Café au lait
Hä hührt sing Stemm, die wie vun selvs sprich
Leis sink'e Leed vüür, wat 'ne Jung en Rom
Vüür Johre schriff, eins, wat ihm immer schon
'Ne Leuchtturm woor, 't fählt nur dä Stadtplan
Paris pulsiert schon oder immer noch
Hä spillt dä Fröhliche, du merks et ... doch
Hilfs ihm sing Bleijedanke draare
Vier Kinderaure sieht e Daach un Naach
Ob e nu schlööf, oder - wie miestens - waach
Alles op Null - darf hä dat woore?

Op eimohl woor et griefbar noh
Jet, wat wie uss 'nem andre Levve woor
Dat Jeföhl woor plötzlich do
Diffus un unbestemmp, doch et woor griefbar noh

Eck St. Marks un Second Avenue
Zwei Mohnd später noch 'e Déjà vu:
En Handvoll Loser op Silvester
Jeruch vun Färv, knallwiess Neonleech
Jrundierte Leinwäng un e blass Jeseech
Einer ahm Eng ... oder ahm Ahnfang?
Da's zehn Johr her, doch wat hück intressiert
Ess dat e't endlich widder en sich spürt
'T ess widder do, dat lang vermesste Fieber
Leev ... hühr ihm zo
Sick dämm Daach weiss e, dat e su wie du
Och widder jevve kann - und zwar uss Liebe

Op eimohl woor et griefbar noh
Jet, wat wie uss 'nem andre Levve woor
Dat Jeföhl woor plötzlich do
Diffus un unbestemmp, doch et woor griefbar

Op eimohl woor et griefbar noh
Jet, wat wie uss 'nem andre Levve woor
Dat Jeföhl woor plötzlich do
Diffus un unbestemmp, doch et woor griefbar noh

Palpable near

Frozen a bit lake
It becomes slowly light, he was already here once
He was supposed to swim back then
Nine lives he had, like a cat
That which is just about to happen, he is pretty fed up with
Stands rootless on his tightrope
The hook out of horn on his soul is sore
Uncountable hours sung to him
A white enamel sign says "Salzburg"!
Snow becomes rain, then it won't take long anymore
That you stand on the platform - thankfully
Stretch out a net that gives him balance

Gare de l'Est, Café des Arrivées
Warms his hands with a Café au lait
He hears his voice that speaks as if by itself
Sings softly a song, which a boy in Rome
Wrote years ago, one which always was
A lighthouse to him, only the city map is missing
Paris pulsates already or still
He plays the happy one, you notice it ... but
Helps him to carry his leaden thoughts
Four children's ears he sees day and night
Whether he sleeps now, or - as mostly - is awake
Everything at zero - may he really be that?

Suddenly it was tangible near
Something which was as if from another life
That feeling was suddenly there
Diffuse and indefinite, but it was palpable near

Corner St. Marks and Second Avenue
Two months later still a déjà vu:
A handful of losers on New Year's Eve
Smell of paint, bright neon light
Primed canvases and a pale face
One at the end ... or at the beginning?
That's ten years ago, but what interests today
Is that he finally feels it again
It's there again, that long missed fever
Love ... listen to him
Since that day I know, that I like you
Can give again, too - and for sure out of love

Suddenly it was tangible near
Something which was as if from another life
That feeling was suddenly there
Diffuse and indefinite, but it was palpable

Suddenly it was tangible near
Something which was as if from another life
That feeling was suddenly there
Diffuse and indefinite, but it was tangible near