Bergbauernbuam - Andreas Gabalier перевод на английский

Bergbauernbuam

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 Farmers' Boy

Mountain farmers' boy
Where the wind forces the trees down
And the Alpine rose begins to grow
Where a dairymaid sings the most beautiful homeland yodels (yodels)
Where the snow in summer already lies on top
Where lightning and thunder crackle from the sky
Whether together or alone, that's where we mountain farmers' boys feel at home

We are carved out of a dry beechwood
For our behinds never freeze
We go for walks where many others get lost forever
We eat our farmer's bread with pepper and salt
Instead of dumplings, pork roast, and bacon crisp
Mountain pine, hops, corn - dear Lord, preserve it

We are mountain farmers' boys, mountain farmers' boys
Rugged people in modern times
We have calves as big as
We are as strong as our bulls
Mountain farmers' boys, that's what we are

In popular belief, there is no sin on the Alpine pasture
The prettier the girl, the greater 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
Full of joy, we show them our mountain boots
And the air crackles beneath us from the fresh Alpine meadow scent

We are mountain farmers' boys, mountain farmers' boys
Rugged people in modern times
We have calves as big as
We are as strong as our bulls
Mountain farmers' boys, that's what we are

From below, the country shows itself in its most beautiful garment
Crystal-clear glistening lakes, my God, it's so beautiful

We are mountain farmers' boys, mountain farmers' boys
Rugged people in modern times
We have calves as big as
We are as strong as our bulls
Mountain farmers' boys, that's what we are
Mountain farmers' boys, that's what we are