Текст и перевод песни BAP - Wat ess? (live, Dortmund, 1982)

Wat ess? (live, Dortmund, 1982)

Do küss en ming Buud, Papier un Kuli en der Hand,
Bemerkst wie et he ussieht un sähß: Aha, sehr interessant!
Do jiss dir Möh, dich ze verstelle, leeve Mann.
Ahm beste jöövste dat treck draan.
Doch irjendjet läuf he, un do wills wesse, wat et ess.
Oder - wat ess?
Do mähß dir paar Notize, do fings mich tres boheme.
Do ackers, bohrs un quetschs mich uss,
Vermutlich noh System.
Do weeß mir langsam irjendwie doch unanjenehm.
Jung, schnapp ens Luff, krich dich ens enn!
Do meins, irjendjet wöör met mir,
Un do wills wesse, wat et ess.
Oder - wat ess?
Dä Presseausweis ahm Revers, do wo en jeder sieht,
Weil mit dämm Dinge besste wer, dä su ziemlich jeder intressiert.
Pass op, dat de dat Dinge do öm Jotteswille nit verliers! Pass op, dat dir dat nit passiert!
Dann merk womöglich keiner mieh, wie jöttlich do doch bess. Oder - wat ess?
Jetz mähßte op wichtig, mähß op Förderer der Kultur.
Lööß janz jeschick paar Name falle un luhrs dann op ding Quarzuhr.
Do hätts noch vill Termine hück, oh, die kenn ich ald die Tour.
Op die Tour mähßte mich nur stur.
Do merks, mir stink jet,
Doch do merks nit, dat do dat bess.
Oder - wat ess?
Do frööß mich all die Saache,
Die do eijentlich janit wesse wills.
Ich antwoode nur Schwachsinn,
Dat pass dann prima en ding Bild.
Do schmirjels mir de Nerve, Kääl, un zwar e bessje vill.
Ich kann nit mieh, bess jetz ens still?!
Do strapaziers mich, unerträglich wie de bess.
Oh, Mann, halt de Fress!
Jetz deißte als wöör ich schizzo,
Notiers als Stichwort nur Chaot.
Do meins wohl, dat ich Lala wöhr, wa?
Do Trittbrett-Idiot.
Dann heuchelste Verständnis, weil do häss Angs,
Do köhms zo koot.
Et jitt zovill vun dinger Zoot.
Tatsächlich läuf jet,
Nur ihr kapiert nit, wat et ess.

What is this? (live, Dortmund, 1982)

You kiss my butt, paper and pen in hand,
You notice how it looks and say: Wow, very interesting!
You pretend to be different, my dear sir.
You'd better leave that crap to itself.
But something's going on here, and you want to know what it is.
Or - what is it?
You take a few notes, you find me between the bohemians.
You plow, drill and squeeze me out,
Probably systematically.
You slowly make me feel somehow uncomfortable.
Dude, get some air, pull yourself together!
You think something's wrong with me,
And you want to know what it is.
Or - what is it?
The press pass on your lapel, which everyone can see,
Because with this thing you are the person who interests almost everyone.
Be careful not to lose that thing for God's sake! Be careful that it doesn't happen to you!
Then maybe no one will notice how stupid you really are. Or - what is it?
Now you have to be important, you have to be a supporter of culture.
Very cleverly, drop a few names and then look at your quartz watch.
You still have many appointments today, oh, I know that tour.
Just go ahead and do the tour.
You notice, I smell something,
But you don't notice that it's you.
Or - what is it?
I'm curious about all the things,
That you don't really want to know.
I only answer with nonsense,
That fits perfectly into your scheme.
You're really getting on my nerves, dude, and quite a bit.
I can't take it anymore, would you just shut up for once?!
You're wearing me out, you're unbearable.
Oh, man, shut up!
Now you act like I'm crazy,
You only write down chaos as a keyword.
You think I'm just a dunce, don't you?
You freeloading idiot.
Then you pretend to understand, because you're afraid,
You're coming up short.
There are too many of your kind.
Something's really going on,
You just don't get what it is.