Текст и перевод песни BAP - Weisste Noch?

Weisste Noch?

Dä kleine Jung do, met singer Labberledderbotz un dämm Facon-Schnitt, dä leider hinge vill ze koot
Met singem Frotteehemp, dä Nylonsocke un dämm Vüürkreechsrad
Ahn su 'nem Sommernommedaach vüürm Panorama singer hillije Stadt
Dä die Wajons zällt vun dä Jüterzöch op der Südbröck
Hätt off sing Rad jähn en dä Ring jeschmesse – drop, em Bremserhüsje weg.
Ah, weißte noch?
Ah, weißte noch?
Mann, he dat Photo, om Balkon vum Onkel Fritz
Em Sonndacahsahnzoch, luhr wie dä ärme Kääl do setz
Enjeklemp zwesche Kaffeedesch un singer huhtoupierte Tant
Vun der 'e nie begriffe hätt, wiesu jraad die nu jetz met ihm verwandt
Mir dunn noch hück de Uhre wieh, wenn ich draan denke ahn dä Pissverzäll
Die Non-Stop, Heuchel-Litanei un dat jekeifte Imponierjebell
Ah, weißte noch?
Ah, weißte noch?
Doch he: Martina!
Mensch, woor ich scharf op dich, bloß ich woor Luff für dich, häss einfach durchjeluhrt durch mich
Jetz, wo'sch dat Klassenphoto sinn, bild ich mir en, et rüsch sujar noh dir
Do rochs wie'n Mischung domohls zwesche Wrigley's Spearmint-Gum un 8 x 4
Met dingem lange blonde Zopp un dingem blaue Karo-Falderock
Woors do die Göttin vun der Zwirnerstrooß un övverhaup vum janze Block
Ah, weißte noch?
Weißte noch?
Oh, all dä Weihrauch he, ming Kommunionskääz en dä Hand
Der schönste Daach en dingem Lewe, hatten se jesaat
Doch, dat die Nummer he en Fint woor, hatt ich janz jefährlich em Urin
Un ussjerechnet ahn dämm wieße Sonndaach jing mer en Saach nimieh uss'em Sinn
Ein met Martina un met Jüterzöch un irjendjet met vill Jeföhl
Ein ohne jede Jarantie, met der mer stolz setz zweschen alle Stöhl
Ah, weißte noch?
Ah, weißte noch?
Ah, weißte noch?
Ah, weißte noch?

Do you still remember?

That little boy with the shabby leather pants and the too-short haircut
With his terrycloth shirt, nylon socks and pre-war bike
On such a summer midday in front of the panorama of his holy city
Who counted the wagons of the freight trains on the Südbrücke
Had suddenly thrown his bike into the ring - right into the brakeman's hut.
Ah, do you still remember?
Ah, do you still remember?
Man, that photo, on Uncle Fritz's balcony
In the Sunday afternoon suit, see how the poor guy sits there
Squeezed between the coffee table and his hatted aunt
From whom he never understood why she was related to him now
My ears still hurt today when I think about the whining story
The non-stop, hypocritical litany and the affected bragging
Ah, do you still remember?
Ah, do you still remember?
But hey: Martina!
Man, I was so into you, but I was just air to you, you just looked right through me
Now, when I look at the class photo, I imagine that it even rushes towards you
You smelled like a mixture of Wrigley's Spearmint gum and 8 x 4 back then
With your long blonde braid and your blue checkered skirt
You were the goddess of Zwirnerstrasse and of the whole block
Ah, do you still remember?
Do you still remember?
Oh, all that incense, my communion candle in my hand
The most beautiful day of your life, they had said
But that this number was a fake, I had dangerously in my urine
And on that white Sunday, of all days, one thing kept going through my mind
One with Martina and with freight trains and something with a lot of feeling
One without any guarantee, with which we proudly sit between all the stools
Ah, do you still remember?
Ah, do you still remember?
Ah, do you still remember?
Ah, do you still remember?