Текст и перевод песни BAP - Saison der Container

Saison der Container

Uss′em Blaumann russ - Trainingsahnzoch an,
Op et Rennrad drop un dann em zweite Jang
Öm de Eck nohm Rolf - en et Büdche, Mann.
Do ess immer wer, met dämm mer schwaade kann.
Zwesche Underbirch un Coca-Cola,
Zwesche Ritter Sport un Fläschebier,
En ruude Hand un sons en Rauh jelohße,
Dat ess ech die Krönung - ich saach et dir!
Hatt'er schon jehührt? - Ich hatt et em Instinkt
- Dä Franz ess pleite, dat hann′sch kumme jesinn.
Dä fährt jetz Taxi, sing Jeschäff ess zo,
Käuf jetz och beim Aldi enn, wie ich un do.
Vüür singem Laade steht ne Müllcontainer,
Wat jetz do rinnkütt, ess doch scheißejal.
Su oder su, 't weed nix für unsereiner.
Hührt mer op met Veedel - da's sentimental!
Refr.:
Willkommen zur Saison der Container.
Kapott - ′ne Neue, dat pass niemieh heher.
Modernisiere heiß: Et weed alles schöner.
Do drink mer drop - dunn noch en Rund Bier.
Wo dä Schuster wohr - hammer en Boutik.
En dä Metzjerei stonn Möbel, ech antik.
Bäckerei′s en Weinstub - dovon jitt et drei,
Un dä janze Ring ess en Studentekneip.
Wo die Drojerie wohr - hammer'n Diskothek.
Resultat ess, dat kein Sau′ne Parkplatz mieh kritt.
Dä Frisör ess och zo - jetz e Fresslokal,
Donevve'n Spillhöll un e Cocktail-Bar.
Doch sulang mer durch die Vringspooz durchdarf,
Unser Veedel keine Türsteh′r kritt,
Keiner kütt un unser Büdche affschaff,
Stommer he beim Rolf, sons int'ressiert uns nix.
Refr.:
Willkommen zur Saison der Container.
Kapott - ′ne Neue, dat pass niemieh heher.
Modernisiere heiß: Et weed alles schöner.
Do drink mer drop - dunn noch en Rund Bier

Season of Containers

I left the blue one at home - put on my running shoes,
Got on my racing bike and then in the second gear
Around the corner to Rolf's - in the booth, man.
There's always someone to talk to.
Between root beer and Coca-Cola,
Between Ritter Sport and bottled beer,
A red hand and a cigarette smoked in peace,
That's the best - I tell you, babe!
Have you heard it yet? - I could feel it in my gut
- Franz is broke, I could already see it coming.
He's driving a taxi now, his shop is closed,
Now he shops at Aldi too, just like you and me.
There's a dumpster standing in front of his shop,
What goes in there now, it doesn't matter.
Either way, it's not for people like us.
Let's stop with the neighborhood - it's sentimental!
Chorus:
Welcome to the season of containers.
Broken - a new one, that doesn't fit here anymore.
Modernize means: Everything gets prettier.
Let's have a drink on that - then another round of beer.
Where the cobbler used to be - we have a boutique now.
There's furniture in the butcher's shop - antique, I think.
The bakery's a wine bar - there are three of them,
And the whole ring is a student pub.
Where the pharmacy was - we have a disco now.
The result is that no one can find a parking space anymore.
The hairdresser's is closed too - now it's a food court,
Next door there's a gambling den and a cocktail bar.
But as long as we can pass through the Vringspooz,
Our neighborhood won't have any bouncers,
No one comes and dismantles our booth,
We'll stay at Rolf's, nothing else interests us.
Chorus:
Welcome to the season of containers.
Broken - a new one, that doesn't fit here anymore.
Modernize means: Everything gets prettier.
Let's have a drink on that - then another round of beer