Текст и перевод песни BAP - Et levve ess en Autobahn

Et levve ess en Autobahn

Mittlerweile weed et drusse hell,
Irjende' Provinz-Hotel,
Vier Spure Berufsverkehr,
Hin un her.

Ruut, Jääl, Jröön, die janze Zick,
Die Färve vun 'ner Ampel ahn dä Zemmerdeck,
Zäng jeputz un ussjecheck –
Nix wie weg!

Zoröck op die Autobahn,
'79 fing dat ahn.
Eez nur bess noh Wuppertal,
Zwei Johr spääder övverall.

Ziemlich jede Bühn jesinn
Zwesche Prüm un West-Berlin,
Manch einer bleet op der Streck:
"... keine Zweck!"

Sackjasse un Einbahnstrooße,
Kreuzunge un dämlich jrooße
Ömwääsch, bess – mer jläuv et kaum –
Doch ahnkohm.

Manchmohl jabelt sich dä Wääsch,
Wo lang jetz, links oder rääts?
Siggewind, Ihßrään un Schnie,
Manchmohl will mer och nit mieh.

Mer levve op 'ner Autobahn
Met Staus un Kurve,
Die kütt uss der Verjangenheit
Un führt uns durch et Jetz enn Richtung morje.

One-Night-Stands un Jugendsünde,
Vill zo vill verloorne Fründe,
Sing Pänz vill zo off vermess –
Dat wohr Driss.

Wer hätt domohls drop jewett,
Dat dat su lang duhre däät?
Ussjerechnet met dä Sprooch
Un immer noch

Op dä off verfloochte Strooß,
Ungerwääß un nit verross.
Su e' Levve ess nit schlääsch,
Wenn och nit dä Königswääsch.

Mer levve op 'ner Autobahn
Met Staus un Kurve,
Die kütt uss der Verjangenheit
Un führt uns durch et Jetz enn Richtung morje.

Et Levve ess en Autobahn
Met Staus un Kurve,
Die kütt uss der Verjangenheit
Un führt uns durch et Jetz enn Richtung morje.

Life Is a Highway

Now it's getting late,
Some provincial hotel,
Four lanes of rush hour,
Back and forth.

Red, yellow, green, all the time,
The colors of a traffic light on the ceiling,
Teeth brushed and checked out –
Let's get out of here!

Back on the highway,
It started in '79.
First only as far as Wuppertal,
Two years later everywhere.

Seen just about every stage
Between Prüm and West Berlin,
Some stayed on the track:
"...no point!"

One-way streets and dead ends,
Crossroads and ridiculously large
Detours, until – we can hardly believe it –
We finally arrived.

Sometimes the signpost jerks,
Which way now, left or right?
Side wind, drizzle and snow,
Sometimes I don't want to anymore.

We live on a highway
With traffic jams and curves,
It comes from the past
And leads us through the present towards tomorrow.

One-night stands and youthful sins,
Way too many lost friends,
Missed my children way too often –
That was a mess.

Who would have bet on it then,
That it would last so long?
With the language of all people
And still

On the same old cursed road,
On the road and not getting lost.
Such a life is not bad,
Even if it's not the royal road.

We live on a highway
With traffic jams and curves,
It comes from the past
And leads us through the present towards tomorrow.

Life is a highway
With traffic jams and curves,
It comes from the past
And leads us through the present towards tomorrow.