Текст и перевод песни BAP - Wolf un Skorpion

Wolf un Skorpion

Die Sonn steht huh ahm Himmel,
Kaum noch Jröön, uss Jras wood Strüh.
Bloß Rauch zoeez, dann kütt e′ nöher,
Leechterloh, dä Sturm uss Füer.
Diere blökke, schreie, renne,
Och dä Wolf, bess raff nohm Fluss,
Wo e' koot stonnblieht un deef Luff höllt,
Eh dat e′ springk, wat e' wohl muss.
"Wer sprich do?", denk dä Wolf, dä irjendjet jehührt,
Doch he enn singer Nöh nirj'ndwo noch e′ Dier sieht.
Jetz widder: "Ich he unge!", rööf en Stemm,
Während dä Wald heißer als dausend Hölle brennt.
′Ne Skorpion, dä op aach Bein ziddert,
Fleht: "Böck dich, loss mich op dich drop,
Ich kann nit schwemme 'n will nit stirve!"
"Nä, ′ss klar ... hälls du mich für beklopp?
Kumm bloß nit nöher, ich weiß, wer du bess:
Die Kreatur, die alles wat zo noh kütt, stich.
Nä, dir vertraut nur dä, dä nie vüür dir jewarnt wood,
Jevatter Wolf kritt mer esu flöck nit ömjarnt."
Wodrop dä Skorpion meint: "Wie jetz?
Hätt ene Wolf dann jar kei Häzz?
Nur op dingem Rögge kumm ich rövver,
Verjess dat Jeff enn mingem Stäzz!"
Die Hetz weed langsam unerdräächlich,
Un eh dat Füer sieh Fell versengk,
Knurrt unsre Wolf: "Okay, beihl dich
Un halt dich joot fess, wenn ich spring!"
Un su passiert et dann, wat jeder kumme sooch.
Et andre Ufer ess ald fass zom Jriefe noh,
Do hührt mer 'm Pelz vum Wolf dä winz′je Passagier:
"Do bess dä Jrößte, minge Held, ich danke dir."
Doch medden en däm Satz 'ne Stachel,
Als wöhr e′ vun 'nem andre Dier,
Stich zo, und dä Wolf jault:
"Wieso nur? Denn jetz, du Doof, versuffe mir!"
Dä Skorpion säht: "Deit mer leid,
Wolf, dat unsereins nit anders kann.
Wat jööv ich dröm, künnt ich et hahle,
Mieh Woot ... eimohl nur ... sorry, Mann!"

Wolf and Scorpion

The sun is high in the sky,
No more green, grass turns to straw.
Only smoke rises, then it gets closer,
Blazing fire, the storm of flames.
Animals run, scream, and flee,
Even the wolf has just made it to the river,
Where he pauses and takes a deep breath,
Before he jumps, which he must do.
"Who speaks there?" thinks the wolf, who has heard something,
But he sees no animal anywhere near him.
Now again: "I'm down here!" calls a voice,
As the forest burns hotter than a thousand hells.
A scorpion, trembling on eight legs,
Begs: "Bend down, let me climb on you,
I can't swim and I don't want to die!"
"No, it's clear... Do you think I'm crazy?
Don't come any closer, I know who you are:
The creature that stings everything that gets too close.
No, only someone who has never been warned about you would trust you,
Gossip Wolf won't be fooled so quickly."
To which the scorpion says: "What now?
Doesn't a wolf have a heart at all?
Only on your back can I get across,
Forget the poison in my tail!"
The heat is becoming unbearable,
And before the fire consumes his fur,
Our wolf growls: "Okay, climb on
And hold on tight when I jump!"
And so it happens, what everyone had seen coming.
The other shore is almost within reach,
When a tiny passenger is heard in the wolf's fur:
"You're the greatest, my hero, thank you."
But in the middle of the sentence, a stinger,
As if from another animal,
Stabs, and the wolf howls:
"Why only now? Because now, you fool, you're drowning me!"
The scorpion says: "I'm sorry,
Wolf, it's not something we can help.
What I would give to be able to stop it,
No more anger... Just once... Sorry, man!"