Текст и перевод песни BAP - Duude Bloome

Duude Bloome

Letzte Woch Donnersdaach feel em Finster vun 'nem Laade minge Bleck op ene Stohl,
Do wohr doch jet ... 'ne Stohl, met Seid bespannt, un plötzlich wohrste do:

Susanna (völlig klar!) enn 'nem offne rosa Waare, Herrjott, wat für e' Bild!
Ruutblonde Hoore un nur ahm Jaare, Susanna, wohrs do wild!

Wer scheck hückzedaach noch duude Bloome met der Bundespost?
(Affjesinn dovun, da' 'sch längs verhieroot benn!)
Wat, Susanna, wöhr uss uns jewoode? ("Wer et hätt jewoss?")
Dich zo hahle wohr unmöchlich, wohr nit drin.

Dann dä Daach noh dä Naach, enn der alles enn de Bozz jing, Pänz spillte 'm Hingerhoff.
Ich sinn dä Stohl noch, dä durch die Buud flooch, Tja, unverhoff kütt off.

Susanna, wunderbar, un e' Jraav met welke Ruuse, schad öm dä schöne Stohl!
Schad öm die Vas un ... ich wohr wohl zo jung, Kein Ahnung, wat dat sollt.

Wer scheck hückzedaach noch duude Bloome Met der Bundespost?
(Affjesinn dovun, da' 'sch längs verhieroot benn!)
Wat, Susanna, wöhr uss uns jewoode? ("Wer et hätt jewoss?")
Dich zo hahle wohr unmöchlich, wohr nit drin.

Dead Flowers

Last Thursday I felt in the dimness of a store My gaze on a chair.
There was something there ... a chair, covered with silk, and suddenly you were there:

Susanna (very clear!) In an open pink dress, My God, what a picture!
Blonde hair and only at the year, Susanna, were you wild!

Who sends dead flowers with the post office today?
(Regardless of the fact that's been married for ages!)
What, Susanna, would have become of us? ("Who would have known?")
To hold you was impossible, wasn't in the cards.

Then the day after the night, when everything went to hell, Kids played in the backyard.
I still see the chair, which flew through the apartment, Well, the unexpected happens.

Susanna, wonderful, and a grave with withered roses, Too bad about the beautiful chair!
Too bad about the vase and ... I was probably too young, No idea what that meant.

Who sends dead flowers today By post?
(Regardless of the fact that's been married for ages!)
What, Susanna, would have become of us? ("Who would have known?")
To hold you was impossible, wasn't in the cards.