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Für 'Ne Moment

En dä ahle Stadt, wo ich herkumm,
Dämm Millionedorf ahm Rhing,
Wo ming Ahne schon jelääf hann
Un ming Pänz jeboore sinn,
Sprich mer'n Sprooch,
Die do jewaaße, die mer övverall erkennt,
Die mer'n Düsseldorf zwar Rheinisch,
Doch em Rest der Welt Kölsch nennt.
All ming Jedanke, all ming Jeföhle
Hann ich - sulang ich denke kann
Immer noch ussjelääf oder erdraare,
En unserer eijne Sprooch.
Ubier, Römer un Franzose,
Jottweißwer leet ir'ndjet he.
Mir sinn Bastarde un stolz drop,
Dat mer uss uns nit schlau weed.
Für'ne Moment woor ich ahm dräume.
Für'ne Moment woor ich wie hypnotisiert.
Für'ne Moment woor ich ahm dräume.
Für'ne Moment woor die Uhr öm drißig Johr zoröck jedrieht.
Un ich sinn e paar Chaote en nem Proberaum,
Zwesche Kippe 'n leere Fläsche, ohne jede Illusion,
Hühr en merkwürdije Sprooch, total ejal wie mer se nennt.
Irjendwie schingk se zo passe, zo der (es tut mir leid) merkwürdije Band.
Un su manche Liter Wasser floß sickdämm ahm Dom vorbei.
Mer sooch Weltreiche zerplatze, nur beim Kölsch, do blevv et bei.
All ming Jedanke, all ming Jeföhle
Hann ich - sulang ich denke kann
Immer noch ussjelääf oder erdraare,
En unserer eijne Sprooch.

For A Moment

In the old city, where I come from,
The million-headed village on the Rhine,
Where my ancestors have already lived
And my children were born,
I speak a language,
That has grown here, that is recognized everywhere,
Which in Düsseldorf they call Rhenish,
But in the rest of the world they call Kölsch.
All my thoughts, all my feelings
I have - for as long as I can think
Always expressed or endured
In our own language.
Ubier, Romans and French,
God knows who else left something here.
We are bastards and proud of it,
That we can't figure ourselves out.
For a moment I was dreaming.
For a moment I was like hypnotized.
For a moment I was dreaming.
For a moment the clock was turned back thirty years.
And I was a few hooligans in a rehearsal room,
Between butts and empty bottles, without any illusions,
Hear a strange language, totally indifferent to how it is called.
Somehow it seems to fit, to the band that is (I'm sorry) strange.
And so many liters of water have flowed down the cathedral since then.
We saw world empires burst, only with Kölsch, it stayed that way.
All my thoughts, all my feelings
I have - for as long as I can think
Always expressed or endured
In our own language.