Текст и перевод песни Die jungen Zillertaler - An Schlafsack und an Ziacha

An Schlafsack und an Ziacha

"An Schlafsack und an Ziacha,
Was brauch i mehr zum Lebn"

Es gibt so vieles auf der Welt,
Was ma kaufen könnt,
Und jeder nimmt soviel er kann,
Obwohl der Hut scho brennt
Da frag i mi was solldenn des,
Des hat für mi koan Sinn
Weil i mit wenig Firlefanz
Genauso z'frieden bin

An Schlafsack und an Ziacha,
Was brauch i mehr zum Lebn
Des Gold in meiner Kehle,
Hat mir der Herrgott geb'n
Drum mach i glei a Musig,
I woaß genau wie's geht
Vom Rock'n Roll bis Samba, von Polka gar koa Red
Vom Rock'n Roll bis Samba, von Polka gar koa Red

Wia oft hat mi a Madl gfragt,
Hast a bissal Zeit
I mecht dir gern a Bussal gebn
Des wär für mi a Freud
Da sag i nur, mei lieber Schatz,
I glab des wär a Graus
I kann nit immer bei dir sein,
Und des halt i nit aus

An Schlafsack und an Ziacha,
Was brauch i mehr zum Lebn
Des Gold in meiner Kehle,
Hat mir der Herrgott geb'n
Drum mach i glei a Musig,
I woaß genau wie's geht
Vom Rock'n Roll bis Samba, von Polka gar koa Red
Vom Rock'n Roll bis Samba, von Polka gar koa Red

An Schlafsack und an Ziacha,
Was brauch i mehr zum Lebn
Des Gold in meiner Kehle,
Hat mir der Herrgott geb'n
Drum mach i glei a Musig,
I woaß genau wie's geht
Vom Rock'n Roll bis Samba, von Polka gar koa Red
Vom Rock'n Roll bis Samba, von Polka gar koa Red

A Sleeping Bag and an Accordion

"A sleeping bag and an accordion,
What more do I need from life?"

There are so many things in the world,
That we could buy,
And everyone takes as much as they can,
Even though their hat is already burning
I ask myself what the point is,
It makes no sense to me
Because I'm just as happy
With a little less fuss

A sleeping bag and an accordion,
What more do I need from life?
The gold in my throat,
Was given to me by the Lord
So I'll play some music right away,
I know exactly how it's done
From rock 'n' roll to samba, no polka at all
From rock 'n' roll to samba, no polka at all

How often has a girl asked me,
Do you have a little time?
I'd like to give you a kiss
That would make me happy
But I tell her, my dear,
I think that would be a shame
I can't always be with you,
And I can't stand that

A sleeping bag and an accordion,
What more do I need from life?
The gold in my throat,
Was given to me by the Lord
So I'll play some music right away,
I know exactly how it's done
From rock 'n' roll to samba, no polka at all
From rock 'n' roll to samba, no polka at all

A sleeping bag and an accordion,
What more do I need from life?
The gold in my throat,
Was given to me by the Lord
So I'll play some music right away,
I know exactly how it's done
From rock 'n' roll to samba, no polka at all
From rock 'n' roll to samba, no polka at all