Текст и перевод песни Baze - Afterhour - Live

Afterhour - Live

Voruss schlösech es paar type d gringe i
D strass isch überfüut mit übermüetige party kids
Niemmer wott hei, nei niemmer wott allei si
Glich rüefesi bitter enttüscht es taxi wose sicher hei bringt
Näbä im flüge witer pfüscht aus würdesi tanze
Unger männer erfüut vo hass aus gäbis nüt anders
Bis polizei um eggä chunnt, gstafflet drü streifewäge
Rennä use id nacht, wose verschlückt wine penner rästä
När isch rue nur sirene schreie vo witem
Im club louft no musig auso geihtr widr ine
Träppä zdürab, slalom verbi a aukliche
Fasch uf dfrässä schlat, am gländer no grad knapp haut findet
Dinne fahli gsichter apathischi blicke
Tanze i farbige liechter zu ekstasische rythme
- Aus wär aues party aues uf piue
Auschönntisch mit paar takte dr tag useschiebe doch
Dä wartet voruss wine ängschtlechi muetter
Uf dä momänt wos ihre sohn ändlech zur vernunft chunnt

Nach dr after – gitts ke afterhour
Nume dr tag wo di erwarte findesch ke schlaf wöu di gedanke wach haute
Nach dr after gitts ke afterhour
Ertrinksch i dim bett zitternd u
Allei, schwörsch ab morn wird aues anders

Auso no e drink, schmeisst s e, trifft auti bekannti
Liirt über langvergangnigs wi doch zit schnäu vergange isch
Wi sech nix verändert hett hei no di gliche plän wi denn
Hüt am gliche punkt aus hätisch es verfiggts jahrzänt verpennt
Doch plötzlech schiint aus unwichtig u bla
D sunne schiint im usem arsch, pumpi schlat miter musig takt
Muess ga tanze, wottsech säuber nüm gspüre
Bis dwänd blüete ab däm dräck wosis härz usegspüet hett
Chönnti d wäut umarme dr abe isch verdammtnomau jung
Doch es flash isch e schlampe, zaus dopplet wemä abe chunt
Naches paar stund, flöigeschiss vo sim läbä
Schlat ouge uf isch zrügg, zrügg wovonersech so wit entfärnt hett
Liebi lüt hie gitts nümme zhole nume bitz liebi i
Form vo piue usgnützt u bestohle
När gö d liechter a, party isch ize verbi
Au fix u fertig u d'ratte verlöh sinkende schiff

Nach dr after – gitts ke afterhour
Nume dr tag wo di erwarte findesch ke schlaf wöu di gedanke wach haute
Nach dr after gitts ke afterhour
Ligsch i dim bett zitternd u allei, schwörsch ab morn wird aues anders

Denn we am nami no nacht isch, d feuläde dungä
Eim aus klar wird, wahrheit vertreisch besser im dunkle wöu
Ja we am nami no nacht isch, d feuläde dungä
Eim aus klar wird, wahrheit vertreisch besser im dunkle wöu

Afterhour - Live

A few guys are locking up the shop
The street is crowded with exhilarated party kids
Nobody wants to go home, nobody wants to be alone
Soon, bitterly disappointed, they'll call a taxi to take them safely home
Next door in the doorway, fists are flying, they want to keep dancing
Among men filled with hate, there's nothing else
Until the police come around the corner, three patrol cars lined up
They run out into the night, where it swallows them like homeless people's leftovers
Now it's quiet, only sirens screaming from afar
Music is still playing in the club, so they go back inside
Stumbling down the stairs, slaloming past drunks
Almost falling on their faces, barely finding a grip on the railing
Inside, pale faces, apathetic gazes
Dancing in colorful lights to ecstatic rhythms
- Everything's a party, everything's on pills
Pushing the day away with a few bars, but
It's waiting outside, like an anxious mother
For the moment when her son finally comes to his senses

After the after – there's no afterhour
Only the day that awaits you, you can't find sleep because your thoughts keep you awake
After the after there's no afterhour
You drown in your bed, trembling and
Alone, swearing that from tomorrow everything will be different

So another drink, throw it down, meet old acquaintances
Talking about the past, how time has flown by
How nothing has changed, they still have the same plans as back then
Today, at the same point as if they had slept through a damn decade
But suddenly everything seems unimportant and blue
The sun shines out of their asses, the pump beats with the music
They have to dance, want to feel clean again
Until the flowers bloom from the dirt that the heart has spit out
They could embrace the world, the evening is still damn young
But a flash is a slut, it charges double when evening comes
After a few hours, they fly shit out of their lives
They open their eyes, they're back, back from where they had distanced themselves so far
There are no more good people here, only a little good in
The form of pills, exploited and stolen
Now the lights go on, the party is over
Also fixed and finished, and the rats leave the sinking ship

After the after – there's no afterhour
Only the day that awaits you, you can't find sleep because your thoughts keep you awake
After the after there's no afterhour
You lie in your bed, trembling and alone, swearing that from tomorrow everything will be different

Because when it's still night in the morning, the stinking fumes
Make it clear to you that the truth is better kept in the dark because
Yes, when it's still night in the morning, the stinking fumes
Make it clear to you that the truth is better kept in the dark because