Текст и перевод песни Bap - Liebesleed

Liebesleed

Dich Katharina nenn ich Kapstadt,
Weil do mich wigger hoffe löös.
Du stehs als Kap der joode Hoffnung
Felsenfest - stark op eijne Fööß.
Mancheiner luhrt, wenn hä vorbeikütt,
Ob de Mitleid spürs oder Zorn,
Op do ihn ohne Sturm vorbeilöös.
De miehste lööste, do heiß nit Kap Horn.
Dich, Dorothea, dich nenn ich Dresden.
Do woors kapott, do woors ussjebrannt.
Saach, häss do dich janz vun selfs jefange,
Oder häss do ahm Eng dä Phönix janz joot jekannt?
Do weiß, wat loss ess, wenn nix loss ess.
Do kenns ding Fähler - kenns ding Pesch.
Ich weiß, dat, wenn de laachs, et ähns meins.
Vüür allen Dingen bess do echt.
Un Vera, dich nenn ich Verdun.
Do woods ömworbe, woods ömkämpft.
Manch einer hätt dich schon erobert,
ävver nur uss Prestige, weil sons nix zählt.
Öm dich zo kämpfe, dat sching mer sinnlos.
Do bess zerschosse, ömjeplösch.
Die Zick, wo Männer für dich storve,
Steht dir jeschrewe em Jeseech.
Dich, Nora, dich nenn ich Nordpol.
Do tricks mich ahn wie ne Magnet,
Un weil ich nie mieh zo dir hin will,
Weiß ich jenau, wie schwer dat weed.
Ich benn die Noodel en dingem Kompaß.
Do mähs mich heiß, un do selvs blievs kalt.
Ich blieven he en der Antarktis.
Nä, Kind, mer weede nie zosamme alt.
Doch do Maria heiß Marokko,
Denn do will ich sick langem hin.
Ich hann kein Ahnung, wat en Marokko loss ess.
Am Eng will ich jraad deswäje hin.
Ich weiß, dat ich en vier Daach do wöhr,
Für eine koote Sommer lang,
Un daß du dat do nie met mir nohuss köhms.
Waat aff, ich kumme Kind, bess dann.

Song of Love

I call you Cape Town, Katharina,
Because there I can always find hope.
You stand as the Cape of Good Hope
Rock solid - strong on one foot.
Some people look when they pass by,
Whether you feel compassion or anger,
If you let them pass without a storm.
Most people let you go, you're not called Cape Horn.
I call you Dresden, Dorothea.
There it was ruined, there it was burnt out.
Tell me, did you catch yourself,
Or did you know the Phoenix well at the end?
You know what's going on when nothing's going on.
You know your mistakes - you know your bad luck.
I know that when you laugh, it's really me.
Above all, you're real.
And Vera, I call you Verdun.
You were courted, you were fought over.
Many a one has conquered you,
but only for prestige, because nothing else counts.
To fight for you, that seems senseless to me.
You're shot to pieces, plowed under.
The time when men died for you,
Is written on your face.
I call you North Pole, Nora.
There you attract me like a magnet,
And because I never want to go to you again,
I know exactly how hard it will be.
I am the needle in your compass.
You see me hot, and you yourself stay cold.
I'll stay here in the Antarctic.
No, child, we'll never grow old together.
But you Maria, you're called Morocco,
Because I want to go there for a long time to come.
I have no idea what's going on in Morocco.
In the end, that's exactly why I want to go there.
I know that I'd be there for four days,
For a short summer long,
And that you'd never come looking for me there.
Wait a minute, I'll come, child, until then.