Текст и перевод песни Bap - Fuhl Ahm Strand

Fuhl Ahm Strand

Lieje fuhl am Strand römm,
Hühr die Welle un ich spill mem Sand,
Loss en durch die Finger rinne,
Denk an Lück, die ich ens kannt.
Lück die mir ens wichtich woore,
Die ich jähn gehatt,
Och an die, die lästig woore,
Nur dat hann ich dänne leider nie jesaat.
Met dä Welle vun dä Brandung
Falle mer die Name enn,
Och Jeseechter, die anscheinend noch nit janz verjesse sinn.
Paar dovun nur schummerich,
Su wie durch Nevel sinn ich die,
Andere kloor un deutlich,
Et jitt Minsche, die verjisste nie.
Övverhaup Jeföhle,
Dunkelgrau bess strahlend bunt,
Denk an jet wie Liebe
Un an manch jähn verschenkte Stund.
Noh langer Zick fällt mir sujar ming Vorbild widder enn,
"Äh, Vorbild dank dir schön,
Ich jläuv, ich kriej'et langsam selver hin."
Wer ich do em Einzelne meine,
Dat jitt üch janix ahn.
Ich künnt jetzt laut die Name singe,
Doch, dat jevv ich draan,
Denn et jitt nix affzerechne,
Nohkaate jillt nit,
Un usserdämm, wat soll dat?
Lück en de Pooz ze hänge bring mir nix.
Zum Beispiel dä, dä vüürhätt,
Nur hä selfs ze sinn,
Andre noh der Muhl ze schwaade,
Dat woor füt ihn nit drinn
Dä woor domohls einer,
Dä de Schnüss nit hahle däät.
"Dat wooren doch nur Kindereie'"
Ess alles, watte hück dozo noch säht.
Wahrscheinlich sinn en Hääd Lück
Jetzt janz anders als jeplant
Un hann dä jrooße Schwenk jemaat
öm hundertachzisch Jraad.
Wenn ich manche widdersööch,
Ich jläuv, do feel ich öm.
Door mir dä Jefallen
Un blieht do wo ihr sitt, ich bitte schön!

Fuhl Ahm Strand

Lying fully on the beach dear,
Hear the waves and I play with my sand,
Let it run through my fingers,
Think of people I once knew.
People who were once important to me,
Who I used to have,
Also those who were annoying,
But unfortunately I never told them that.
With the waves of the surf,
The names come into my mind,
Also faces that apparently are not completely forgotten yet.
Some of them only dimly,
As if through a fog I see them,
Others clear and distinct,
There are people you never forget.
Feelings above all,
Dark gray to bright colorful,
Think of something like love,
And of many a wasted hour.
After a long time even my role model comes to my mind,
"Well, role model thank you very much,
I believe I'm slowly getting it myself now."
Who I mean in particular,
None of your business.
I could now sing the names out loud,
But I'll drop it,
Because there's nothing to settle,
Catching up is not worth it,
And besides, what's the point?
Hanging the people out to dry doesn't do me any good.
For example, the one who intended,
To be just himself,
To talk others by the mill,
That was not for him
He was one of those, back then,
Who would not get peanuts from me.
"Well that was just childish behavior '"
Is all that you say about it today.
Probably a handful of people
Are now completely different than planned
And have made the big swing
by hundred and eighty degrees.
If I saw some of them again,
I think I would be surprised.
Do me that favor
And stay where you are, I beg you!