Текст и перевод песни BAP - Noh Gulu

Noh Gulu

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.

Noh Gulu

Those, who can afford it, wear flip-flops,
All the others have black feet,
Like Jimmy and Rebekka,
Who walk twelve kilometers every day,
With only a blanket and a straw mat
And the hope for a safe night.
It's seven kilometers
From home to Gulu,
Without parents, every evening,
Jimmy knows it only that way,
Holding his big sister's hand,
He can walk by himself, to Gulu.
To Gulu, to Gulu, to Gulu,
For a safe night.
To Gulu, to Gulu, to Gulu,
Only for a safe night.
Everywhere here, up to Kitgum,
Fields lie fallow,
Because out of fear of the murderers
With machetes nobody dares
To plant anything, to sow anything –
Even Joseph Kony himself forbade that.
Crazed killer hordes
Are enjoying the violence,
Raping, burning, murdering
And abducting night after night
Children, 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,
Only for a safe night.
There, on the windowsill, the drum
With the cowhide, brown and white,
Is a souvenir from Gulu,
That really speaks to me.
Mostly in the evenings in the twilight,
Before the night comes, Jimmy, I am with you in my thoughts.
To Gulu, to Gulu, to Gulu,
For a safe night.
To Gulu, to Gulu,
To Gulu, for a safe night.