Текст и перевод песни BAP - Diego Paz wohr nüngzehn

Diego Paz wohr nüngzehn

Basil Biggs, dä Leuchtturmwärter, daach:
"Wat zum Deuvel läuf do drusse enn der Naach?"
′82, noch woor't enn Port Stanley still,
Lang eh die Sonn opjing, enn der Naach zum eezt′April.
Diego Paz wohr sick 'nem Johr enn der Armee,
General Galtieri selvs hatt die Idee,
Wie mer vun 'nem Bankrott optimal afflenk
Un enn einem kloorstellt, wo dä Hammer hängk:
"Övver Naach, em Handstreich, durch en Invasion
Weeden die Malvine heimjehollt, un schon
Stonn se widder hinger mir, brav bei der Stang."
Basil Biggs sooch Landungsboote, jrau un lang.
Diego Paz wohr nüngzehn, sick ′nem Johr enn der Armee,
Uss Rio Gallegos, jar nit wigg vun he.
Unge ′m Hafen hatt sing Mamm sujet wie en Imbissbuud,
Ohne Vatter opjewaaße, dä wohr ald sick '64 duut.
Billy Johns schleef öm die Zick enn Liverpool
Op der "Sheffield", friedlich, noch wohr alles cool.
Doch wat e′ enn dä Hängematt nit hühre kunnt:
Ahm andre Engk der Welt dä Gong zur letzte Rund.
Enn 'nem Leuchtturm enn Port Stanley wood et eng,
Mer sooch Basil, dä Diego Kaffee enschenk.
Dä sooß met aach andre durchjefroore do,
Un dä Leuchtturmwärter daach: "Da′ss all nit wohr!"
Jäje zehn dann schon die Kapitulation,
Ohne Opfer, selden bei 'ner Invasion.
Doch für Maggie T. enn London stundt ald fess,
Dat et Empire sich su nit verjaare lööß.
Diego Paz wohr nüngzehn, sick ′nem Johr enn der Armee,
Uss Rio Gallegos, jar nit wigg vun he.
Unge 'm Hafen hatt sing Mamm sujet wie en Imbissbuud,
Ohne Vatter opjewaaße, dä wohr ald sick '64 duut.
′Ne Mohnd spääder ′m Morjenjraun wohr't Empire do.
Bombe op Port Stanley, Maggie T. maat wohr,
Wat se ahnjedroht, Goose Green versank em Bloot,
Un vun Diego hätt mer nie mieh jet jehoot.
Billy Johns ess, eh die "Sheffield" dann versank,
Hinger ′nem Jeschütz elendig verbrannt.
General Galtieri blevv nur noch e' Johr,
Bess sing Junta endjüldig jescheitert wohr.
Die Tarnfärv vun dä Wracks ahm Arsch der Welt
Bläddert, Ross friss, doch et jitt kei Jeld,
Dat ′ner ahle Frau et einz'je widderjööv,
Wofür se vun ′64 bess Goose Green jelääv.
Diego Paz wohr nüngzehn, sick 'nem Johr enn der Armee,
Uss Rio Gallegos, jar nit wigg vun he.
Unge 'm Hafen hatt sing Mamm sujet wie en Imbissbuud,
Ohne Vatter opjewaaße, dä wohr ald sick ′64 duut.

Diego Paz was Nineteen

Basil Biggs, the lighthouse keeper, thought:
"What the devil is going on out there in the night?"
In '82, it was still quiet in Port Stanley,
Long before the sun rose, on the night of April 1st.
Diego Paz had been in the army for a year,
General Galtieri himself had the idea,
How to distract from a bankruptcy in the best possible way
And make it clear to everyone where the hammer hangs:
"Overnight, in a coup, by an invasion
The Falklands will be reclaimed, and soon
They will be standing behind me again, obediently in line."
Basil Biggs saw landing boats, gray and long.
Diego Paz was nineteen, had been in the army for a year,
From Rio Gallegos, not far from here.
Below the harbor his mother kept a food stall,
Grew up without a father, who had been dead since '64.
Billy Johns was sleeping in Liverpool at the time
On the "Sheffield", peacefully, everything was still cool.
But what he couldn't hear in the hammock:
On the other side of the world the gong for the last round.
In a lighthouse in Port Stanley it was getting crowded,
Basil was seen pouring coffee for Diego.
He sat there with eight others, frozen through,
And the lighthouse keeper thought: "This can't be true!"
Towards ten then already the capitulation,
Without sacrifice, rarely in an invasion.
But for Maggie T. in London it was already clear,
That the Empire would not let itself be outdone like that.
Diego Paz was nineteen, had been in the army for a year,
From Rio Gallegos, not far from here.
Below the harbor his mother kept a food stall,
Grew up without a father, who had been dead since '64.
A month later, at dawn, the Empire was there.
Bombs on Port Stanley, Maggie T. makes it true,
What she threatened, Goose Green sank in blood,
And from Diego we never heard again.
Billy Johns is, before the "Sheffield" sank,
Burned to death behind a cannon.
General Galtieri only stayed for another year,
Until his junta finally failed.
The camouflage paint of the wrecks at the ass of the world
Flakes, the horse eats, but there is no money,
That it would give back to an old woman,
What she lived for from '64 to Goose Green.
Diego Paz was nineteen, had been in the army for a year,
From Rio Gallegos, not far from here.
Below the harbor his mother kept a food stall,
Grew up without a father, who had been dead since '64.