Текст и перевод песни BAP - Wie die Sichel vum Mohnd

Wie die Sichel vum Mohnd

Ne schwazze Hungk
En Hängematt un′e Booch
Et räänt en't Meer
Als kräät et nie jenooch.
Petroljumfunzel dös′ leis für sich hin
Woor dat Wind?
Manila's wigg
Europa bloß noch'e Woot
Deutschland ess janix . nie jet vun jehoot.
Ne Gecko laach un irjendjet rüsch verbrannt.
Wat′e land!
En mingem Booch
Dä driev vüür sich hin.
Weed dä ahm Engk noch belohnt?
Kann et sinn
Dat ich neidisch benn
Un scharf wie die Sichel vum Mohnd?
Sujet wie Brandung hührt mer leis
ävver kaum.
Du sprichs em Schloof
Ich köhm jähn vüür′n dämm Draum.
Dä Krämerlaade jäjenövver mäht zo
Dann es Rauh.
Wigg drusse ahm Horizont: Sippem nä aach
Fescherbootlampe
Su wie jede naach.
En
Em Moskitonetz jefangene Fee
Ess schon he.
En mingem Booch
Dä driev vüür sich hin.
Weed dä ahm Engk noch belohnt?
Kann et sinn
Dat ich neidisch benn
Un scharf wie die Sichel vum Mohnd?
Ne Hahn kräht heiser
Baal ess et su wigg
Weil sing Arena waat
Die Sanduhr tick.
Wie Noodelstech en Schwazzem Samp funkle Stään.
Hann dich jähn!
Ich lääsch dat Booch fott
Weil ich nix mieh kapier.
Drievejelosse weed sich
Phantasiert.
Dä Jenerator stoddert
Sump un weed still
Still
Still.

Like the Sickle of the Moon

A black hammock
A hammock and a book
It's raining into the sea
As if it had never rained enough.
Kerosene lamp hisses quietly to itself
Was that wind?
Manila rocks
Europe just a word
Germany is nothing . never was.
A gecko laughs and something rustles
What a country!
In my book
It drifts on
Will it be rewarded in the end?
Can it be
That I am envious
And sharp as the sickle of the moon?
The subject like surf can barely be heard
but scarcely.
You're speaking in your sleep
I come quickly before the dream
The shop opposite is closing
Then there is peace.
Rocks on the horizon: Also sip the sea
Fisherman's boat lamp
As every night.
A
Fairy caught in the mosquito net
She is already here.
In my book
It drifts on
Will it be rewarded in the end?
Can it be
That I am envious
And sharp as the sickle of the moon?
A rooster crows hoarsely
Soon it will be so far
Because his arena is waiting
The hourglass ticks.
Like pinpricks in black velvet, stars twinkle.
Get yourself together!
I throw away the book
Because I don't understand anything anymore.
Abandoned
Dreamt up.
The generator sputters
Fades and becomes still
Still
Still.