Zofall Un 'E Janz Klei Bessje Glöck - BAP перевод на английский

Zofall Un 'E Janz Klei Bessje Glöck

Ne Zofall bloß, dat et jraad he die Stadt wohr,
Jraad he dä Park, dä noh Holunder roch,
Met welke Ruhse, nur noch Jestrüpp met Dohne
Un doch vertraut, neu wohr hück bloß ihr "Doch"
Suvill wie Basta, hä kennt dä Punkt, wo Schluß ess,
Definitiv: jespreng wohr jede Bröck.
Hä ring noh Luff, "wievill noch vun dä Tiefschlääch?"
Un wirf et Handdoch -"wohr wohl nix met Glöck!"
Dann ahm Kanal entlang un keiner säht jet,
Total verwirrt, en Leuchtschriff "Zimmer frei"
′T wohr ihr Hotel, su'n Bruchbuud wie sick Johre,
Dann noch en Naach, die wie ne stumme Schrei.
E Saxophon, fröhmorjens vun jottweißwo,
Hä fing dä Breef... "hann′t immerhin versöök"
En dämm Moment jeht sie durch die Arkade,
Postskriptum steht do noch: "Ich wünsch dir trotzdem Glöck"
"Drieh bloß nit durch, befiehlt'e sich, "op keine Fall, Mann"
Hä kennt dä Trick, dä en der Regel funktioniert:
"Einfach su dunn, als wöhr dir alles drissejal, Mann,
Als wöhr sie't letzte, wat dich jemohls interessiert"
Ne blinde Bettler op nem Schachbrett hällt der Hoot hin,
En Handvoll Kleinjeld hätt se övvrich, wirf et rinn.
Dä Ahl nick dankend un zällt noh, ob et jenuch ess,
"Wohl nur ne Zofall", sähte, luhrt ihr noh un grins.
Bei ihm em Zemmer em Hotel, do tick en Uhr bloß.
He musse russ - verflucht nochmohl - doch wohin nur?
Hä ihrt nohm Hafen raff, he wohr die Auswahl nie jroß,
Och wenn et heiß, dat he Matrose Schangse hann.
Ihm ess ejal, aff wo en Sehnsucht zu′ner Sünd weed,
"Die krieg ich widder", schwörte sich, "die krie′sch zeröck,
Weil mir sinn Zwilling, mir zwei, wat nie vorbeijeht,
'Sch bruch nur′ne Zofall un e janz klei' bessje Glöck, Mann..."

A Coincidence and a Little More Luck

It wasn't just a coincidence that it was that city,
That park that smelled of elderflower,
With that peace, only bushes and thorns now
And yet familiar, new was only her "But"
Enough is enough, he knows the point where it ends,
Definitively: every bridge had been blown up.
He gasps for air, "how many more of these low blows?"
And throws in the towel - "it just wasn't meant to be!"
Then along the canal and no one says anything,
Totally confused, a neon sign "Vacancy"
It was her hotel, a dump like it had been for years,
Then another night, which was like a silent scream.
A saxophone, early in the morning from who knows where,
He found the letter... "at least I tried"
At that moment she walks through the arcade,
Postscript still says: "I wish you luck anyway"
"Don't lose it, he tells himself, "no way, man"
He knows the trick, which usually works:
"Just pretend as if you don't care at all, man,
As if she's the last thing that ever interested you"
A blind beggar on a chessboard holds out his hat,
She has a handful of change left, throws it in.
The old man nods in thanks and counts whether it's enough,
"Probably just a coincidence", he says, looks at her and grins.
In his room in the hotel, only a clock is ticking.
He has to get out - damn it - but where to?
He heads towards the harbor, he never had much choice,
Even if they say he has the odds of a sailor Schangse.
He doesn't care, no matter where a longing becomes a sin,
"I'll get her back", he swears to himself, "I'll get her back,
Because we're twins, the two of us, what never passes,
I just need a coincidence and a little more luck, man..."