Текст и перевод песни BAP - FC, jeff Jas! (Die dritte Version)

FC, jeff Jas! (Die dritte Version)

En dä ahle Stadt, wo ich herkumm, dämm Millionedorf ahm Rhing, wo ming Ahne schon jelääf hann un ming Pänz jeboore sinn, pass ′ne Jeißbock op em Stadion, dat dä Diva nix passiert, dä ruut-wieße Ballerina, der su manch Häzz he jehührt. "FC, jeff Jas, mir wolle fiere! FC, jeff Jas, he weed nit resigniert! FC, jeff Jas, selvs wenn mir verliere! FC, jeff Jas, mir stonn zo dir!" Ruut-wieß kritt mer ahnjeboore, en die Weech erinnjelaat, wer'n dä Südkurv opjewaaße, dä blieht ruut-wieß bess en′t Jraav. Ich sinn dä Weisweiler noch, wie'e dä Pokal huh hällt, wie'e zwesche Löhr un Flohe om Balkon vum Roothuus steht. Dä FC′s sick jestern Meister un dä Pott blieht en der Stadt vum Hans Schäfer, Thielen, Weber un vum Overath. Klar, su manche Liter Wasser floß sickdämm ahm Dom vorbei. Et joov manches zo verkrafte, trotzdämm stommer zum FC

FC, Jeff Jas! (The Third Version)

In that old city where I come from, the million-town on the Rhine, where my ancestors once walked and my children were born, a billy goat watches over the stadium, so that nothing happens to the diva, the red and white ballerina, to whom so many hearts belong. "FC, jeff Jas, we want to celebrate! FC, jeff Jas, they will not resign! FC, jeff Jas, even when we lose! FC, jeff Jas, we stand by you!" Red and white are inborn, instilled in our veins, who grew up in the Südkurv, they remain red and white until their grave. I still see Weisweiler, how he held the cup high, how he stood between Löhr and Flohe on the balcony of the town hall. The FC was champion yesterday and the cup remains in the city of Hans Schäfer, Thielen, Weber and Overath. Of course, many a liter of water has flowed by the cathedral since then. There have been many things to endure, and yet we stick with the FC