Текст и перевод песни BAP - Breef Ahn Üch Zwei

Breef Ahn Üch Zwei

Wie wöhr? t met nem Breef,
En dämm nix als de Sonn sching.
Vierundzwanzich karötijem, pure Aujust
Met Horizonte wolkelos un blau-blau,
Einem janz ohne Bitterkeit,
Janz ohne Frust.
Vun einem, dä uptank
Endämm? e sich omluhrt
En rosa Brill ahn,
Alles opsauch wie? ne Schwamm.
Ich däät es janz jähn ens versööke,
Ob ich sujet övverhaup noch kann.
Ne Breef voll Feijebäum, Zypresse un Pin? je,
Nem Huus wie? n Mexiko.
Huh bovven om Birch,
Zahnlose Hirte, die schon janz fröh am Morje
All Schoofe? n Zeeje verfluche
Un? ner winzije Kirch,
Die? n schwazze Oma blitzeblank hällt
Un et nie ussjonn löht:
Dat ewije Leech.
Bunte Stöck am Strand,
Wo Färv met omjerührt wood,
öm Boote ahnzomohle un? nem Fescherjeseech.
Dä Breef jing ahn dich un ahn die,
Vun der? sch su off sing,
Die niemals met der Meute blelt,
Die suvill anders als suvill andre,
Die nix versprich un trotzdem alles hällt.

A Letter to You

How are you? With a letter,
In which only the sun shines.
Twenty-four carat, pure August
With cloudless and blue-blue horizons,
One without any bitterness,
Completely without frustration.
From someone who is fueled,
And therefore turns around
With rose-tinted glasses,
Soaking up everything like a sponge.
I would try it again very soon,
Whether I can still compose at all.
A letter full of palm trees, cypresses and pines,
Next to a house like in Mexico.
Way above the mountain,
Toothless shepherds who curse the sheep
At the sea already early in the morning
And a tiny church,
Which a black granny keeps spotlessly clean
And never lets the sun go out:
The eternal light.
Colorful houses on the beach,
Where color was stirred around
To paint boats and fishing nets.
The letter went to you and to her,
Of whom I sing so often,
Who never howls with the pack,
Who is so much different than so many others,
Who promises nothing and yet keeps everything.