Текст и перевод песни BAP - Verdamp lang her (Remastered 2006)

Verdamp lang her (Remastered 2006)

Verdamp lang her, dat ich fast alles ähnz nohm.
Verdamp lang her, dat ich ahn jet jejläuv
Un dann dä Schock, wie et anders op mich zokohm,
Merkwürdich, wo su manche Haas langläuf.
Nit resigniert, nur reichlich desillusioniert.
E bessje jet hann ich kapiert.
Wer alles, wenn dir et klapp, hinger dir herrennt,
Ding Schulder klopp, wer dich nit all hofiert,
Sich ohne ruut ze weede dinge Fründ nennt
Un dich daachs drop janz einfach ignoriert.
Et ess lang her, dat ich vüür sujet ratlos stund
Un vüür Enttäuschung echt nit mieh kunnt.
Ich weiß noch, wie ich nur dovun gedräump hann,
Wovunn ich nit woss, wie ich et sööke sollt,
Vüür lauter Söökerei et Finge jlatt versäump hann
Un övverhaup, wat ich wo finge wollt.
Ne Kopp voll nix, nur die paar instinktive Tricks.
Et duhrt lang, besste dich durchblicks.
Dat woor die Zick, wo ich noch nit ens Pech hat.
Noch nit ens dat, ich hatt se nit ens satt.
He woor John Steinbeck, do stund Joseph Conrad,
Dozwesche ich, nur relativ schachmatt.
Et ess paar Johr her, doch die Erinnerung fällt nit schwer.
Hück kütt mer vüür, als wenn et jestern wöör.
Verdamp lang her, verdamp lang. Verdamp lang her.
Frööchs mich, wann ich zoletz e Bild jemohlt hann,
Ob mir e Leed tatsächlich jetz jenüsch,
Ob ich jetz do benn, wo ich hinjewollt hann,
Ob mir ming Färv op die Tour nit verdrüsch.
Ich jläuv, ich weiß, ob du nu laut mohls oder leis,
Et kütt drop ahn, dat du et deiß.
Verdamp lang her, verdamp lang. Verdamp lang her.
Verdamp lang her, dat ich bei dir ahm Jraav woor
Verdamp lang her, dat mir jesprochen hann,
Un dat vum eine och jet beim andere ahnkohm,
Su lang, dat ich mich kaum erinnre kann.
Häss fess jejläuv, dat wer em Himmel op dich waat,
"Ich jönn et dir", hann ich jesaat.

So Long Ago (Remastered 2006)

So long ago, that I almost took everything seriously.
So long ago, that I believed in anything
And then the shock, as things turned out differently,
Remarkable, how some rabbits run for so long.
Not resigned, just plenty disillusioned.
I figured some things out.
Anyone who flatters you when things are going well,
Pats your shoulder, who doesn't disrespect you,
Calls himself your friend without hesitation
And simply ignores you the next day.
It's been a long time since I stood clueless about such matters
And utterly unable out of disappointment.
I still remember how I just dreamed of,
What I didn't know how to look for,
Missed the point completely due to excessive searching
And what I wanted to find in the first place.
A head full of nothing, just a few instinctive tricks.
It takes a long time to see through yourself.
That was the time when I didn't even have any bad luck.
Not even that, I wasn't even sick of it.
Here was John Steinbeck, there was Joseph Conrad,
In between, me, only relatively checkmated.
It was a few years ago, but the memory is not hard to recall.
Today it seems to me as if it were yesterday.
So long ago, so long ago. So long ago.
Wonder when I last painted a picture,
Whether a song still really satisfies me,
Whether I'm where I wanted to go,
Whether my color doesn't fade on the tour.
I think I know whether you're now painting loudly or softly,
It all comes down to you doing it.
So long ago, so long ago. So long ago.
So long ago, that I was with you at the grave
So long ago, that we talked,
And that something from one came to the other,
So long that I can hardly remember.
You firmly believed that someone was waiting for you in heaven,
"I wish you well," I said.