Текст и перевод песни Bap - Globus

Globus

Zwesche Täschenlampe, Nylonschnüre, Rum un Corned Beef,
Hinger ner reichlich zojestöbbte Schauvitrineschief,
Op ruudem Sockel, dä gleichzeitig och als Bleisteffspetzer deent,
Uss buntem Blech, wovun zwei Drittel azur-blau.
Zwei Äquatore, su dat mer Vertrautes manchmohl nit erkennt
- Anscheinend passe die zwei Hälften nit jenau:
Ne winzje Globus, en nem Maßstab, für dä et fast kein Zahl mieh jitt,
Stund su verloore un su övverflüssig römm, datte mir leid däät un ich daach:
Für die paar Rupien nemmst en met.
Ich kumm mir fast su vüür,
Als möht ich mir ming Ohnmacht noch bewiese.
Ich spille met dämm Globus he Roulette.
Wo isch en och stoppe,
Ich erwisch nur Paradiese,
En dänne irgenden Bescheißerei affjeht.
Irak, Iran, Afghanistan.
He s Polen - sonderbar.
Un he en dä Jejend, wo kein Name stonn, ess Nicaragua.
Klar - Palästina fing ich nit he drop,
Dofür zwei Vietnams,
Als wöhr em Napalm-Füer do niemohls wer verbrannt.
Wenn Ruut die Liebe, Gröön die Hoffnung,
Wieso s Südafrika rut,
Un wie zem Deufel kütt dann Gröön op Amiland?
Ne Zentimeter vum Ural bess Pakistan ess leicht verbühlt,
E bessje Färv westlich vun Indien s affjekratz.
Villeich hätt schon ens einer Herrjott met dämm Tennisball jespillt,
N hätt randaliert, weil dä ess einfach nit jeplatz.
Ich fing kei Land, wo nit Jewalt, Habgier, Neid un Haß rejiert.
Keins, wo der Minsch tatsächlich sing Lektion jeliert hätt.
Mir kütt et vüür, als ob ihn nur noch Schein-bewahre intressiert,
Obwohl dat jet ess, wat ich nit eez jetz kapiert,
Als wöhr die letzte hundert Johr allein nit ussreichend passiert,
Wovun, wemmer draan denk, et Bloot einem jefriert.
Wat mich betriff: Ich lieje op Mauritius dösend en der Sonn
Un kräät für t eezte jähn ein Tatsaach uss dem Senn.
Äthiopien litt op halver Streck heher, die isch,
Unfassbar bequem - en veezehn Stund affje- sibbe vun doheim.

Globe

Among flashlights, nylon cords, rum and corned beef,
Behind a rather overstuffed display case,
On a raw pedestal that also serves as a pencil sharpener,
Made of colourful sheet metal, two thirds of which are azure blue.
Two equators, so that sometimes you don't recognise what's familiar
- Apparently the two halves don't fit exactly:
A tiny globe, on a scale for which there is almost no number left,
Standing around so lost and superfluous that I felt sorry for it and thought:
For a few rupees you can take it with you.
I feel almost as if
I would like to prove my powerlessness to myself.
I play roulette with the globe here.
Wherever I stop it,
I only hit paradises
In which some kind of dirty business is going on.
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan.
Here is Poland - strange.
And here in the area where there is no name is Nicaragua.
Of course - I didn't find Palestine here,
But two Vietnams,
As if nobody had ever been burned in the napalm fire there.
If red is love, green is hope,
Why is South Africa red,
And how the hell does green appear on America?
A centimeter from the Urals to Pakistan is slightly dented,
A little bit of paint has been scratched off west of India.
Perhaps someone has already played tennis with the tennis ball,
He would have been furious because it simply didn't burst.
I don't find any country where violence, greed, envy and hatred do not reign.
None where man has really learned his lesson.
I feel as if he is only interested in keeping up appearances,
Although that is something I have not only understood now,
As if the last hundred years alone had not happened,
Thinking of which makes your blood run cold.
As for me: I lie on Mauritius dozing in the sun
And for the first time I realise the truth.
Ethiopia is halfway up here, you know,
Incredibly convenient - a fourteen-hour flight - seven from home.