Текст и перевод песни BAP - Neppes, Ihrefeld und Kreuzberg

Neppes, Ihrefeld und Kreuzberg

Ihr kohmt uss Ankara un haad jedacht,
He wöör et wunderbar.
Haad jeträump vun unsrem Wohlstand,
Vum Jlöck un vun nem vollen Kühlschrank.
Vun Istanbul bess Köln Hauptbahnhof,
Mem Zoch, wobei üch ziemlich klaar woot,
Wie wigg et ess vun he bess dohin,
Wo Frau un Pänz jetz noh doheim sinn.
Su stund ihr do mem Pappkartönche,
Haad jedaach, ühr Zick, jetz köhm se.
Ussjerötscht op Chromattrappe,
Haad ihr jedaach: Jetz möht et klappe!
Neppes, Ihrefeld un Kreuzberg,
Castrop Rauxel, Ford un Bergwerk.
Türkeveedel, fass wie Harlem.
Müllabfuhr, un waade, waade
Merke, dat mer nit erwünsch ess
Un met nem Schnäuzer keine Minsch ess.
Drei Johr Etagenbett,
Sibbe Mann en ein klein Buud jequetsch.
De Strooß jefähsch, Akkord ahm Fließband
Un Övverstunde für paar mieh Mark.
Dat Jeld, wat üch dann övvrich blevv,
Dat haad ihr brav nohuss jescheck.
Frau un Pänz, die dääte waade
Op ene Breef: Kütt noh, ich waade!
Zwei Zimmer, Altbau, Klo ohm Flur,
Vierhundertfuffzich Märkcher nur.
Su ess et jetz, su weed et blieve.
Saat: Wooren dat die Wunschtraumziele?
Mer wooren do, en Ankara,
En Aydin un och en Tekirdag.
Do joov et Raki, Thy un Köfte,
Basars, Cafes un klein Jeschäfte.
Mer hann jespeelt für jroos un klein.
Mer hann jeschwaad met Ärm un Bein.
Mer hann jedanz, jerauch, jesoffe,
Mer hann die Männ doheim jetroffe.
Op eimohl säht dä Schmal: Verdamp,
Häss do dich och wie ich jeschamp?
Verjlich ens, wie die he zo uns sinn
Un wie mer die ze Kölle ahnsinn.

Neppes, Ihrefeld and Kreuzberg

You come from Ankara and thought,
This place would be wonderful.
You dreamt of our prosperity,
Of luck and a full refrigerator.
From Istanbul to Cologne Central Station,
By train, where it became quite clear to you,
How far it is from here to there,
Where wife and children are still at home.
So there you stood with your cardboard sign,
You thought, your time would come now.
Disappointed on chrome-plated steps,
You thought: Now it has to work!
Neppes, Ihrefeld and Kreuzberg,
Castrop Rauxel, Ford and Bergwerk.
Turkish quarter, almost like Harlem.
Garbage disposal, and you wait, you wait
Realize, that you are not welcome
And that you're nobody with a mustache.
Three years of bunk beds,
Seven men squeezed into a small cabin.
You're cleaning the streets, working shifts on the assembly line
And overtime for a few more marks.
The money, that you had left,
You dutifully sent home.
Wife and children, they waited
For a letter: Come on, I'm waiting!
Two rooms, old building, toilet in the hallway,
Only four hundred and fifty marks.
That's how it is now, that's how it will stay.
Tell me, were those the dream destinations?
We were there, in Ankara,
In Aydin and also in Tekirdag.
There was raki, tea and köfte,
Bazaars, cafes and small shops.
We played for the young and the old.
We talked our heads off.
We danced, smoked, drank,
We met the men at home.
At one point, the skinny one says: Damn,
Are you also as ashamed as I am?
Just compare, how they are with us here
And how we look at them in Cologne.