Текст и перевод песни BAP - Hück ess sing Band en der Stadt

Hück ess sing Band en der Stadt

Mer sinn em März, vüür dausend Johr, er ess me'm Jordan's Pitter un me'm Addi Altenberger do. Et ess noch fröh, noch nit ens vier, do steht dä Tommy schon met drissisch Andre vüür der zoe Düür. Mann, et räänt un'e friert, doch da's ejal, sulang mer Tön vun drinne hührt, kennt jed Woot, jede Break, sujar noh jedem Schlußakkord et eezte Riff vum nähxte Leed. Die Sporthall woor schon immer do, jedenfalls länger als dä Trotzkopp met dä schulderlange Hoor. Er woor als Kind och schon ens drinn, met singe Eldre hatte domohls Holiday on Ice jesinn. Un er weiß ei'ntlich nur noch wo er sooß: En dä Reih unger dä Uhr. Doch für ihn ess die Buud hück jet wie Mekka für ne Moslem, wo mer hinpiljere muß, sujet wie'ne Ozean für ne Fluß. Weil, die Band ess en der Stadt, wo'e su lang drop jewaat. Hück ess sing Band en der Stadt. Vill zo schön, öm wohr zo sinn, sie ess he un spillt für ihn. Nit em Fernsehen, nit op Plaat, hück ess sing Band en der Stadt. Die Woche drop wie blöd jejobb, die Jittar uss em Ahn un Verkauf jing ihm nimieh uss em Kopp. Jeüb, bess dat die Finger wund, monatelang, bess datte sämtliche Akkorde spille kunnt. Nur die Bühn noch em Senn, op der 'e dann noch jottweißwer hatt spille sinn. Un hück Naach ess 'e he et letzte Mohl met singer eijne Band drinn, noh dä janze Johre, et allerletzte Mohl he, donoh ess he Schluß. Hück ess sing Band op dä Bühn, op der er se all jesinn. He'n dä Hall woor 'n se all drinn. Vill zo schön, öm wohr zo sinn, sie ess he un spillt für ihn. Nit em Fernsehn, nit op Plaat, hück ess sing Band en der Stadt

My Band Is in Town

It's March, a thousand years ago, I'm with Jordan's Pitter and Addi Altenberger. It's still early, not even four o'clock, when Tommy and thirty others are standing at the closed door. Man, it's raining and freezing, but it doesn't matter, as long as we can hear the music inside, know every word, every break, and even the first riff of the next song after every final chord. The sports hall has always been there, at least longer than the defiant guy with the shoulder-length hair. He was once inside as a child, with his parents, to see Holiday on Ice at the time. And he actually only remembers where he was sitting: in the row under the clock. But for him, today the building is like Mecca for a Muslim, where one must make a pilgrimage, like an ocean for a river. Because the band is in town, which they've been waiting for so long. Today my band is in town.It's too good to be true, they're here and playing for me. Not on television, not on record, today my band is in town. I worked like crazy all week, the jitar from the buy and sell shop never left my mind. I practiced until my fingers were sore, for months, until I could play all the chords. Only the stage was still on my mind, where I would then have played with goodness knows who. And tonight, I'm here for the last time with my own band, after all these years, the very last time here, then it's over. Tonight, my band is on stage, where I've seen them all. We've all been in this hall. It's too good to be true, they're here and playing for me. Not on television, not on record, today my band is in town.