Текст и перевод песни BAP - Stadt im Niemandsland

Stadt im Niemandsland

Die Parkbänk sinn zem Övverwintre einjelagert,
Un wie′t sching, passiert datselve für die nächste Zigg met mir.
Hann mich schon lang dodrop jefreut, ens widder Woozele ze schlaare,
Nit, da'sch sesshaft weede, wollt, ich will mich opwärme bei dir,
Ich hann mch römmjedrivve. Ich hann mich ömjeluhrt.
Du bess hejebleeve - klar, du bess he fessjemuhrt.
Du bess die Stadt, die′sch nit als Stadt sinn, du bess Minsche, do bess Stelle,
Die, uss irjendeinem Jrund, mir ahn et Hätz jewahße sinn.
Du bess Jeseechter, junge ahle Lück, bess Zemmer, häss kein Strooße,
Für mich sinn dat alles Strecke, die'ch erlevve sick ich Kind.
Du häss mich ussjedraare, du häss mich ussjespeut.
Ich hann mich affjenabelt, dat hann ich nie bereut.
Refr.:
Stadt em Niemandsland vun Preußen, off erbaut un off zerstört,
Zweimohl dausend Johr möht heiße: "dann un wann dozojeliert"
Ahl Diva, egozentrisch, eitel, komplimentesüchtig,
Selvsverlieb, jraad su, als ob du't wirklich nüüdisch hätts.
Met dingem Dom vun Kaisers Gnaden, dinger Altstadt,
Die du "tüchtig" ussverkäuf häss,
Treudoof läufste jedem Stenz ins offne Mäzz.
Dat fingste och noch clever! Du denks, dat möht mer jetz.
Hühr zo: Dat jeht donevve, su wie du dich affhetz.
Refr.:
Stadt em Niemandsland vun Preußen, off erbaut un off zerstört,
Zweimohl dausend Johr möht heiße: "dann un wann dozojeliert
Do′s uns′re Karneval, en dämm du - zur Unkenntlichkeit verstümmelt -
Dich ahn Bonze ranschmieß, Ostermann ahn Elferrööt verrööts.
Wa'sch met der decke Trumm verbinge, besse stekum weg ahm klüngle.
Et ess schon hatt met ahnzesinn, wie du öm Weltstadt-Flair bemöht bess.
Häss du dich opjejovve, ... dat, wat ding Seel ussmäht?
Du häss dich schwer verhovve, ding Lächeln wirk jequält.
Gläuv mir - ahl Mädche - ei′ntlich sollt dat Leed he saare,
Da'sch dich jähn han, dich un ding Pänz, jrooß un klein,
Doch "... wenn ich ahn ming Heimat denkeâÄú, rebelliert jet bei mir′m Maare.
Wenn'sch op Stromlinie afführ, wöhr′sch anderswo doheim!
Du häss mich ussjedraare. Du häss mich ussjespeut.
Un wenn'sch op Heim ahnfahr, hann'sch dat noch nie bereut.
Refr.:
Stadt em Niemandsland vun Preußen, off erbaut un off zerstört,
Zweimohl dausend Johr möht heiße: "dann un wann dozojeliert

City in No Man's Land

The park benches have been put away for the winter,
And as it seems, the same will happen to me for the next while.
I have been looking forward to it for a long time, to strike roots again,
Not to settle down, no, I want to warm myself with you,
I have roamed around. I have wandered around.
You have stayed here - clear, you are fixed here.
You are the city that shouldn't be a city, you are people, you are places,
Which, for some reason, grew to my heart.
You are faces, young and old, are rooms, have no streets,
For me, these are all stretches that I experience since I was a child.
You have kicked me out, you have spat me out.
I have risen above it, I have never regretted that.
Chorus:
City in the no man's land of Prussia, built and destroyed,
Two thousand years might mean: "donated now and then"
Old diva, egocentric, vain, addicted to compliments,
Self-absorbed, just as if you really needed it.
With your cathedral by the grace of the emperor, your old town,
Which you have "thoroughly" sold out,
Loyal, you run into the open trap of every boor.
You also find that clever! You think you need it now.
Listen: It's going to go wrong, the way you're showing off.
Chorus:
City in the no man's land of Prussia, built and destroyed,
Two thousand years might mean: "donated now and then"
There's our carnival, where you - mutilated beyond recognition -
Throw yourself at bones, betray Ostermann to the Elferrat.
What you spend with the big drum is better stuck to a clinger.
It is really hard to watch you trying to get cosmopolitan flair.
Have you spoiled yourself, ... that which your soul abuses?
You have been badly deceived, your smile seems forced.
Believe me - old girl - the song should actually say that,
That I miss you, you and your kids, big and small,
But "... when I think of my homeland, something inside me rebels."
If I were to go streamlined, I'd be at home somewhere else!
You have kicked me out. You have spat me out.
And when I drive home, I have never regretted it.
Chorus:
City in the no man's land of Prussia, built and destroyed,
Two thousand years might mean: "donated now and then"