Текст и перевод песни Bläck Fööss - Rievkooche Walzer (Live)

Rievkooche Walzer (Live)

Refr.: Mamm, Mamm, schnapp d'r de Pann, Mir wolle Rievkooche han.
Mamm, Mamm, fang doch flöck an, Fuffzehn Stück pack op d'r Mann.
Rievkooche, dat es en Delikatess, Die schmecken am allerbess, Un kriste noher jet Buchping, oh jess, Do lähste dich flöck en de Kess.
Wer Rievkooche eins hät erfunge, Dat wor 'ne Erfinder janz jroß, Denn dat es ihm jot jelunge, Och wenn et jet Öl hät jekoss.
Was solle mir met Austern un Schnecke?
Wat solle mir met Spaghetti un Schlot?
Mer loße uns Rievkoche schmecke
Un machen uns flöck e paar parat.
Refr.: Mamm, Mamm, schnapp d'r de Pann, Mir wolle Rievkooche han.
Mamm, Mamm, fang doch flöck an, Fuffzehn Stück pack op d'r Mann.
Denn Rievkooche, dat es en Delikatess, Die schmecken am allerbess, Un kriste noher jet Buchping, oh jess, Do lähste dich flöck en de Kess.
Ich jing eines Fridachs durch Kölle
Leev Lückcher, do wor jet loss.
Ich kann et üch jot verzälle
Noh Rievkooche roch jede Stroß.
Frau Böllmann, die wor fies am schänge, Die Katz froß de Rievkooche op.
Frau Schmitz wor de Deich noch em menge, Do reef schon der allerkleinste Stropp: Refr.: Mamm, Mamm, schnapp d'r de Pann, Mer wolle Rievkooche han.
Mamm, Mamm, fang doch flöck an, Fuffzehn Stück pack op d'r Mann.
Denn Rievkooche, dat es en Delikatess, Die schmecken am allerbess, Un kriste noher jet Buchping, oh jess, Do lähste dich flöck en de Kess.

Rievkooche Walzer (Live)

Refr.: Darling, darling, grab the pan, Let's have some potato pancakes, fam.
Darling, darling, start right now, Fifteen pieces, don't make a row.
Potato pancakes, what a treat, They taste the best, you can't be beat, And if you add some applesauce, oh yes, You'll be in heaven, no less.
Whoever invented the first potato pancake, Must have been a genius, no mistake, So perfect, they did it right, Even though it takes a little oil, it's worth the fight.
Why bother with oysters and snails?
What's the point of spaghetti and noodles?
Potato pancakes are our favorites, without fails,
Let's fry up a batch, no more cuddles.
Refr.: Darling, darling, grab the pan, Let's have some potato pancakes, fam.
Darling, darling, start right now, Fifteen pieces, don't make a row.
Because potato pancakes, what a treat, They taste the best, you can't be beat, And if you add some applesauce, oh yes, You'll be in heaven, no less.
One Friday, I was strolling through Cologne,
My dear, the atmosphere was aglow.
I can tell you all about it,
The scent of potato pancakes filled the air, what a hit.
Mrs. Böllmann was cooking like crazy, The cat was gobbling up the pancakes, so lazy.
Mrs. Schmitz was stirring the batter with a vengeance, Even the smallest tot was chanting: Refr.: Darling, darling, grab the pan, Let's have some potato pancakes, fam.
Darling, darling, start right now, Fifteen pieces, don't make a row.
Because potato pancakes, what a treat, They taste the best, you can't be beat, And if you add some applesauce, oh yes, You'll be in heaven, no less.