Текст песни и перевод на английский BAP - Bleifooss

Bleifooss

Sick aach Stund ahm Stüer;
Nieselrään un stur jraaduss, naahx öm vier,
Un trotzdämm zweiunhalv Stunde noch, unjefähr.
"Blend du ruisch op!
Schloof ich och nit enn, ich dank dir, du Kopp!"
Jeschloofe weed doheim em Bett, nevven ihr.
Romantisch ess do janix draan,
Dat ess Kilometerfresserei un sons nix.
Mann, oh Mann, luhr dir dä Tacho ahn:
Jraad schlappe Hundert, janz ejal, wie d′en tritts.
En andre Kassett.
Wo hätt die vum Richards sich bloß widder versteckt?
Na, also: "How I wish, that you were here!"
En'ner Stund weed et hell,
Tass Kaffee, tanke, schnell noch en Frikadell.
Ach Leevje, löösch ich doch em Bett nevven dir!
Kenn jede Meter Autobahn
Usswendisch zwesche Kiel un Rosenheim.
Mann, oh Mann, kenn jede Strouch beim Name,
Jed Bröck, jede Kilometerstein.
Bleifooss de Leitplank lang,
Die Naach krüvv vorbei
Un ahn dämm Bleifooss ′ne mööde Mann,
Verfluchte A 3.
Bleifooss de Leitplank lang,
Des Naahx koot noh vier
Un ahn dämm Bleifooss 'ne mööde Mann,
Dä will heim noh dir.
Aachunhalv Stund ahm Stüer,
Nieselrään un stur jraaduss. Unjefähr
Jetz noch zwei Stund, bess ich doheim vüür der Dühr.
Romantisch ess do janix draan,
Dat ess Kilometerfresserei un sons nix.
Mann, oh Mann, luhr dir dä Tacho ahn:
Jraad schlappe Hundert, janz ejal, wie d'en tritts.
Bleifooss de Leitplank lang,
Die Naach krüvv vorbei
Un ahn dämm Bleifooss ′ne mööde Mann,
Verfluchte A 3.
Bleifooss de Leitplank lang,
Des Naahx koot noh vier
Un ahn dämm Bleifooss ′ne mööde Mann,
Dä will heim noh dir.

Bleifooss

I've been behind the wheel for hours;
Drizzle and wind driving straight down,
And still two and a half hours to go, or so.
"Just keep going, man!
"I won't fall asleep, thanks to you, my dear!"
I will fall asleep at home in bed, next to you.
There's nothing romantic about it,
It's just eating up the miles and nothing else.
Geez, Louise, look at the speedometer:
A full hundred, no matter how you twist it.
Another cassette.
Where did I put the one Richard gave me?
Oh yeah: "How I wish, that you were here!"
In an hour it will be light,
A cup of coffee, gas up, a quick bite to eat.
Oh darling, I just want to lie down in bed next to you!
I know every meter of the Autobahn
By heart from Kiel to Rosenheim.
Geez, Louise, I know every bush by name,
Every bridge, every kilometer marker.
Leadfoot along the guardrail,
Night flies by
And a tired man at the wheel,
Cursed A 3.
Leadfoot along the guardrail,
It's almost four
And a tired man at the wheel,
Who wants to come home to you.
Another half hour at the wheel,
Drizzle and wind driving straight down. On my way
Now two more hours until I'm home at your door.
There's nothing romantic about it,
It's just eating up the miles and nothing else.
Geez, Louise, look at the speedometer:
A full hundred, no matter how you twist it.
Leadfoot along the guardrail,
Night flies by
And a tired man at the wheel,
Cursed A 3.
Leadfoot along the guardrail,
It's almost four
And a tired man at the wheel,
Who wants to come home to you.