Текст и перевод песни Baze - Afterhour

Afterhour

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

After Hours

I throw a few types of pills down my throat
The street is flooded with over-excited party kids
Nobody wants to go home, no one wants to be alone
Soon you'll bitterly disappointedly call a taxi to take you safely home
Next to it, another fist flies as you dance
Among men filled with hate, there's nothing else
Until the police come around the corner, three patrol cars stacked
Run out into the night where it swallows like a beggar's rest
Now there's only silence, sirens screaming from afar
The music is still playing in the club, so you go back in
Stumbling down the stairs, slalom past the disgusting ones
Almost falling on your face, barely finding a grip on the railing
Inside, pale faces, apathetic glances
Dancing in colorful lights to ecstatic rhythms
- As if everything was a party, everything on pills
As if you could push the day away with a few beats, 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 after-hour
Only the day that awaits you, you can't find sleep because your thoughts keep you awake
After the after, there's no after-hour
You drown in your bed, trembling and
Alone, swearing that everything will be different from tomorrow

So another drink, throw it down, meet old acquaintances
Learn about the past, how time has passed so quickly
How nothing has changed, you still have the same plans as back then
Today, at the same point as if you had slept through a damn decade
But suddenly everything seems unimportant and blue
The sun shines in your ass, your heart beats with the music
You have to dance, you want to feel clean again
Until you blossom from the dirt that your heart has spewed out
You could hug the world, the night is damn young
But a flash is a bitch, pays double when it comes in the evening
After a few hours, you're flying shit from your life
Open your eyes and you're back, back from where you had strayed so far
There are no more nice people here, only a bit of love in
The form of pills, used and stolen
Now the lights go on, the party is over
All done and dusted, and the rats leave the sinking ship

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

Because when it's still night in the morning, the rotten deeds
Become clear to you, truth is better hidden in the dark because
Yes, when it's still night in the morning, the rotten deeds
Become clear to you, truth is better hidden in the dark because