Текст и перевод песни Andreas Gabalier - Bergbauernbuam (MTV Unplugged)

Bergbauernbuam (MTV Unplugged)

Bergbauernbuam
Wo da Wind die Bama nieder zwingt
Und da Oimrausch zum wochsn beginnt
Do wo a Sennarin die schenstn Heimatjodla singt (jodeln)
Wo da Schnea im Summa schon obalocht
Da Blitz und da Donner vom Himml krocht
Ob mitanont oda alan do san wir Bergbauernbuam daham
Wir san geschnitzt aus an trocknan Buachnhuiz
Wal unsa ana niemois gfriat
Wir gehen spazian wo si so moncha ondra für imma vairrt
Unsa Buttabrot ess ma mit Pfeffa und Soiz
Sten auf Speckknedl, Schweinsbrotn und Grammlschmoiz
Zirmgeist, Hopfn, Moiz - liaba Herrgott erhoits
Wir san Bergbauernbuam, Bergbauernbuam
Hom buachane Leit in da modernan Zeit
Wir hom Wadln so groß als wia
Wia san stork wie unsre Stier
Bergbauernbuam des sama mia
Im Volksmund do hasts af da Oim giebs ka Sünd
Je schena des Dirndl umso greßa die Sünd
Und ka Geheimniss das da Storch a bei uns kane Kinda bringt
Mit unsan Sennarinnan steig ma mia aufi am Heibodn
Fulla freid zag ma ihnan unsare Bergschua
Und den knistat die Luft ungem vom frischgmatn Oimwiesnduft
Wir san Bergbauernbuam, Bergbauernbuam
Hom buachane Leit in da modernan Zeit
Wir hom Wadln so groß als wia
Wia san stork wie unsre Stier
Bergbauernbuam des sama mia
Von om zagt sie des Lond in seim ola schenstn Gwond
Glosklor glizante Seen mein Gott is des schen
Wir san Bergbauernbuam, Bergbauernbuam
Hom buachane Leit in da modernan Zeit
Wir hom Wadln so groß als wia
Wia san stork wie unsre Stier
Bergbauernbuam des sama mia
Bergbauernbuam des sama mia

Mountain Farmer Boy (MTV Unplugged)

Mountain farmer boy
Where the wind blows down the trees
And the Alpine rose begins to grow
Where a dairymaid sings the most beautiful yodels (yodeling)
Where the snow already glistens in summer
Where lightning and thunder roar from the heavens
Whether together or alone, this is where we mountain farmer boys belong
We are carved from the wood of a dry beech tree
Because none of us ever freeze
We hike where many others would get lost forever
We eat our bread with pepper and salt
We indulge in bacon dumplings, roast pork, and greaves
Stone pine schnapps, hops, and corn - dear Lord, keep it coming
We are mountain farmer boys, mountain farmer boys
Strong country folk in a modern age
Our calves are as big as
We are as strong as our bulls
Mountain farmer boys, that's what we are
Folklore says there is no sin in the Alps
The prettier the girl, the bigger the sin
And it's no secret that the stork doesn't bring children to us either
With our dairymaids we climb up to the hayloft
We show them our mountain shoes, full of joy
And the air crackles with the scent of freshly mown alpine meadows
We are mountain farmer boys, mountain farmer boys
Strong country folk in a modern age
Our calves are as big as
We are as strong as our bulls
Mountain farmer boys, that's what we are
From afar, you can see the country in all its beautiful splendor
Crystal-clear glistening lakes, my God, it's so beautiful
We are mountain farmer boys, mountain farmer boys
Strong country folk in a modern age
Our calves are as big as
We are as strong as our bulls
Mountain farmer boys, that's what we are
Mountain farmer boys, that's what we are