Текст и перевод песни BAP - Diss Naach ess alles drinn

Diss Naach ess alles drinn

1)
" Waarewäsche, Moselstrooß, beim Jet "
Steht he,"aushilfsweise". Klar, paar Mark extra
Wöhr janz nett.
Suwiesu, op Dauer weet mer et leid,
Wemmer nur der janzen Daach met ner Jummilimo
He ahm Büdsche steht.
Jede Veedelstund ne Bus,
Et steich wer enn, et steich wer uss.
Su′n Veedelstund ess janz schön lang
Un eez en Woch ens - Mann oh Mann!
2)
Dat mem Sonja ess wohl vorbei,
Ich hann et jo kumme sinn, sick dä Niete met dä Liehrstell,
Ahnfang Mia.
Ich jläuv, ihr Mutter, die Ahl ess dodrahn schuld.
Ihr Doochter künnt jet Bess'res hann, säht se.
Naja, wat soll′t?
Glich kütt dä Andy mem Escort,
Singem blaue 69er Ford
Un dann maache mer eine drop.
Diss Naach hällt uns keiner op.
3)
Wat hällste vun ner Opwärm-Rund, eimohl öm de Stadt?
Nä echt, dat Feeling op der linke Spur ess der Hammer.
Ey, Jung, dat krieje ich nit satt.
Selvs et schärfste Teil em Spillsalong ess jäje sujet nix
Dä Winker drusse un et Fernleech ahn, Ruudekirche -
Bocklemünd - Bayerkrüzz.
Dann cool der Ring raff, op Brautschau,
Schön langsam, Andy - ich weiß jenau:
Diss Naach, do hann mir zwei en Changs,
Jetz kumm mir bloß nit, do hätts Angs.
Refr.:
Diss Naach do jilt et.
Diss Naach simmer widder wer.
De Nord-Süd-Fahrt ropp un raff
Un dann de Altstadt krüzz un quer.
Friedaach hammer, endlich!
Moondaachmorje 's noch lang hin
Kumm, schmieß der Jang rinn, Andy,
Diss Naach ess alles drinn.
4)
Luhr, wie die Neonleechter uss un ahnjonn,
Wa's met Kino? Stemp, zo spät.
Oh nä, für Disco hann ich keine Nerv, wat dodrinn affjeht
Ess mer ech zo blööd.
Dat ess fass noch schlemmer wie ′n Studentekneip,
Mensch, wohr dä Typ verkrampf,
Dä, dä uns letzte Woch bekehre wollt,
Dä Spezialist met singem Klassenkampf.
Kumm Jung, mer driehe noch en Rund,
Et duhrt suwiesu nur noch en Stund,
Dann weet he et Trottoir huhjeklapp,
Die hahle mer durch, maach bloß nit schlapp.

Party Night Has It All

1)
"Laundry room, Mosel Street, at the gas station"
He,"part-time". Sure, a few extra bucks
Isn't that nice.
Sure, in the long run you get tired of it
When you're just standing there with a juice box
All day long.
Every hour a bus,
Someone gets on, someone gets off.
An hour can be really long
And a week-oh man!
2)
It's over with Sonia, I guess,
I should have known, the loser with the apprenticeship,
Beginning of May.
I think her mother, the old lady, is to blame.
Her daughter could do better, she says.
Well, what can you do?
Andy's coming by with his Escort in a minute,
His blue '69 Ford
And then we'll take a ride.
Tonight no one's stopping us.
3)
What do you think about a warm-up lap, around the city once?
No really, the feeling in the left lane is awesome.
Man, I can't get enough of it.
Even the hottest game in the arcade is nothing compared to that
The turn signal and the high beams on, Red Church -
Bocklemünd - Bayerkreuz.
Then cool down on the ring road, cruising,
Slow down, Andy - I know exactly:
Tonight, we two have a chance,
Don't chicken out on me now.
Chorus:
Tonight is the night.
Tonight we're back in the game.
Up and down the North-South Freeway
And then the old town crisscross.
It's Friday, finally!
Monday morning is still a long way off
Come on, Andy, shift into gear,
Tonight has it all.
4)
Check out how the neon lights flash on and off,
Wanna go to the movies? Too late.
Oh no, I don't feel like going to a disco, what goes on in there
Is really too crazy for me.
That's almost worse than a student pub,
Man, that guy was uptight,
The one who tried to convert us last week,
The specialist with his class struggle.
Come on, dude, let's do another lap,
It'll only take an hour anyway,
Then they'll start folding up the sidewalks,
We'll make it through, just don't give up.