Текст и перевод песни BAP - Müsli Män (Schrank Version)

Müsli Män (Schrank Version)

Ich stund friedlich en der Frittenbuud
Plötzlich woore do
Met su ′nem Feuerschwert und Heiljenschein
Lange blonde Hoor
Bläcke Fööß met nur Sandale draan
Schweb hä op mich zo
Speut messjanisch op ming Currywoosch
Ich saare: "Hühr ens, wer bess do?"
"Typisch, dat do mich nit kenns
Ich benn dä Müsli-Män"
Paar Daach späder stonn ich en der Kneip
Do spür ich: Hä ess do
Ich hatt mer jraad et eezte Bier bestellt
Do sinn ich en, inkognito:
Sing blonde Hoor, met Henna ruutjefärf
Ne Schal vun Al-Fatach
Ich saare: "Weet, hühr zo, verjess dat Bier
Dunn mir ne Appelsaff"
Dä laach, un nimmp mieh janit ähnz
"PST", saach ich, "Clemens
Do steiht dä Müsli-Män... dä Fuss dohinge, siehste nit"
Am nächsten Daach woot et besonders fies
Op der Autobahn
E Understatement-Damenfahrrad, wieß
Import uss Amsterdam
Stopp dä Buss met unsrer Aanlaach drin
Koot vüür Wesseling
Un konfisziert dat, wat elektrisch ess
Un lööt uns nur dä Tambourin
Klar - wer dat woor, verroot ich jähn:
Dat woor dä Müsli Män
Blöde Sau ald widder
Paar Stund nohm Auftritt kumm ich mööd nohuss
Un denk: "Wie mief et he?"
Ming Frau's em Bett, et Leech ess övverall uss
Doch ir′ ndjet ess verkeht
Om Sofa litt en lila Latzbozz römm
Die eijenartich rüsch
Noh Pumakäfig un Patschouli, echt
Erstaunlich widderlich
Ich denk, ich spenne, ich benn krank:
Do steht dä Müsli-Män em Schrank

Muesli Man (Closet Version)

I was standing peacefully at the chip stand
When suddenly, there he was
With a fiery sword and a halo
Long blond hair
Bare feet with only sandals on
He floated toward me
And spat messianically on my curry sausage
I said, "Hey, who are you?"
"Typical, that you don't recognize me
I'm the Muesli Man."
A few days later I was standing in the pub
When I felt him there
I had just ordered my first beer
And there he was, incognito:
His blonde hair, hennaed
A scarf from Al-Fatah
I said, "Listen, forget the beer
Get me an apple juice."
He laughed and wouldn't take me seriously
"PST," I said, "Clemens
There's the Muesli Man... don't you see him?"
The next day was particularly nasty
On the Autobahn
An understatement ladies' bicycle, white
Imported from Amsterdam
He stopped the bus with our equipment in it
Just before Wesseling
And confiscated everything electrical
And left us with only the tambourine
Of course, I know who it was:
It was the Muesli Man
That stupid pig again
A few hours after the gig I came home tired
And thought, "Why is it so smelly?"
My wife is in bed, the lights are all off
But something is wrong
On the couch is a purple patchwork robe
That smells strange
Like a puma cage and patchouli, really
Amazingly disgusting
I think I'm going crazy, I'm sick:
There's the Muesli Man in the closet