Текст и перевод песни BAP - Wat Ess?

Wat Ess?

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.

Wat Ess?

I kiss my mouth, with a pencil and paper in my hand,
Noticing how it looks, and saying: Aha, very interesting!
You make yourself carrots, to hide, dear man.
You will probably wear this out.
But something is going on here, and you want to know what it is.
Or - what is it?
You take notes, you find me to be very bohemian.
You dig, drill and squeeze me out,
Probably according to the system.
You slowly make me feel unpleasant.
Boy, take a breath, pull yourself together!
You think something is wrong with me,
And you want to know what it is.
Or - what is it?
The press card on the lapel, where everyone can see it,
Because with this thing, you are someone who is of interest to almost everyone.
Be careful that you don't lose this thing for the love of God! Be careful that this doesn't happen to you!
Then probably no one will notice how wonderful you are. Or - what is it?
Now you have to be important, play the patron of culture.
Drop a few names very cleverly and then look at your quartz watch.
You still have many appointments today, oh, I know this old story.
Just follow me on this tour.
You notice, I stink,
But you don't notice that you are the one who stinks.
Or - what is it?
You ask me all these things,
Which you actually don't want to know.
I only answer with nonsense,
That fits your picture perfectly.
You get on my nerves, man, and a little too much.
I can't take it anymore, can you be quiet now?!
You are straining me, you are unbearable.
Oh, man, shut up!
Now you act as if I were a weirdo,
Write down only chaos as the keyword.
Do you think I'm a fool, huh?
You hanger-on idiot.
Then you pretend to be understanding, because you are afraid,
You will not succeed.
There are too many of your kind.
Something is actually going on,
But you don't get what it is.