Текст и перевод песни BAP - Noh Gulu (Unplugged Version)

Noh Gulu (Unplugged Version)

Die, die Jlöck hann, jonn enn Flip-Flops,
All die andre 'p bläcke Fööß,
Su wie Jimmy un Rebekka,
Die met zwölf längs alles weiß,
Met 'ner Deck un ener Strühmatt
Un dä Hoffnung op en sechere Naach.
Et sinn sibbe Kilometer
Vun doheim bess noh Gulu,
Ohne Eldre, jede Ohvend,
Jimmy kennt dat nur esu,
Ahn dä Hand der jrooße Schwester,
Sick e' selver laufe kann, noh Gulu.
Noh Gulu, noh Gulu, noh Gulu,
Für 'n sechere Naach.
Noh Gulu, noh Gulu, noh Gulu,
Nur für en sechere Naach.
Övverall he, bess noh Kitgum,
Lieje Felder nur noch brach,
Weil uss Angs vüür Minschemetzjer
Met Machete keiner waach,
Jet zo pflanze, jet zo säe –
Dat hätt Joseph Kony selvs ungersaach.
Durchjeknallte Killerhorde
Jeilen sich op ahn Jewalt,
Verjewalt'je, brenne, morde
Un entführe Naach für Naach
Pänz, die't nit bess Gulu schaffe,
Öm zo schloofe, vun Soldate bewach.
Noh Gulu, noh Gulu, noh Gulu,
Für 'n sechere Naach.
Noh Gulu, noh Gulu, noh Gulu,
Nur für en sechere Naach.
Do, op dä Finsterbank, die Trommel
Met dämm Kohfell, brung un wieß,
Ess e' Souvenir uss Gulu,
Dat daachdäächlich zo mir sprich.
Miehstens ohvends enn dä Dämmrung,
Eh die Naach kütt, Jimmy, sinn ich üch om Wääsch.
Noh Gulu, noh Gulu, noh Gulu,
Für 'n sechere Naach.
Noh Gulu, noh Gulu,
Noh Gulu, für en sechere Naach.

No Gulu (Unplugged Version)

They have no shoes, just flip-flops,
All the others have black feet,
Like Jimmy and Rebecca,
Who have been white for twelve all over,
With a blanket and a straw mat
And the hope for a safe night.
It is seven kilometers
From home to Gulu,
Without parents, every evening,
Jimmy only knows it like this,
By the hand of his big sister,
Since he can walk by himself, to Gulu.
To Gulu, to Gulu, to Gulu,
For a safe night.
To Gulu, to Gulu, to Gulu,
Just for a safe night.
Everywhere here, up to Kitgum,
Fields lie fallow,
Because of fear of human butchers
With machetes nobody dares,
To plant anything, to sow anything –
That's what Joseph Kony himself forbade.
Crazed killer hordes
Rejoice in violence,
Rape, burn, murder
And kidnap night after night
Kids who don’t make it to Gulu,
To sleep, guarded by soldiers.
To Gulu, to Gulu, to Gulu,
For a safe night.
To Gulu, to Gulu, to Gulu,
Just for a safe night.
There, on the windowsill, the drum
With the calfskin, brown and white,
It is a souvenir from Gulu,
That actually speaks to me.
Mostly in the evening in the twilight,
Before the night comes, Jimmy, I think of you.
To Gulu, to Gulu, to Gulu,
For a safe night.
To Gulu, to Gulu,
To Gulu, for a safe night.