Текст и перевод песни Florian Ast - Ke Blasse

Ke Blasse

I sig kompliziert? ja, ig bi eso
I loufe luschtig? I loufe so
I mache viel woni nid sött
Singe was i bringe Das isch mi Stil, mis Profil
Ischs nid schön, am Läbe z sy? Die einzig Blöde sy die Öde
Wo dumm umeschnöde? sy verbii I weiss doch nid? s geit mi nüt a
Söu i blibe oder söu i gah
I ha ke Blasse
Wär isch besser u wär isch schlächt
Wär isch dümmer u wär het Rächt
Die einte möi mi, die angere chöi mi
Chrüzwis Ig bine suburbane Mundartstar
Ke Chole, kes Outo, u i loufe Gfahr
Lose nümm uf Lüt wo mit Ach u Krach
Wei verhindere nach u nach
D Stimmig vermindere Sueche grüble pöble göisse
He, he, Frou Meier het ds Spiel doch gheisse I weiss doch nid? s geit mi nüt a
Söu i blibe oder söu i gah
I ha ke Blasse
Wär isch besser u wär isch schlächt
Wär isch dümmer u wär het Rächt
Die einte möi mi, die angere chöi mi
Chrüzwis Wo isch d Kurve? verwütschi se oder nii
I ha kei Charte wo mi länkt, keis Navi wo mitdänkt
I bin e geile Siech wo alles miech, wie seit me scho wieder? Siebesiech! Ds Schicksau meints überall brutal genial I weiss doch nid? s geit mi nüt a
Söu i blibe oder söu i gah
I ha ke Blasse
Isch är ächt oder öppe gliich no my Gotts Seel nid eso schlächt
Die hei kei Blasse, das isch ds Krasse Wär isch besser u wär isch schlächt
Wär isch dümmer u wär het Rächt
Die einte möi mi, die angere chöi mi
Die einte möi mi, die angere chöi mi
Chrüzwis

Ke Blasse

Am I complicated? Yes, I am like that
Do I walk funny? I walk like this
I do a lot that I should not
Sing whatever pops into my head, that is my style, my profile
Isn't it great to be alive? The only fools are the dull ones
Who sneers around? They have had their day. I don't know? It's not my business
Should I stay or should I go
I have no idea
Who is better and who is worse
Who is stupider and who is right
Some like me, others can have me
What the hell, I'm the suburban dialect star
No car, no car, and I'm taking risks
I no longer listen to people who, with great difficulty
Gradually want to prevent me
From spoiling the mood, searching, brooding, whining, pouring
Hey, hey, Mrs. Meyer started the game after all. I don't know? It's not my business
Should I stay or should I go
I have no idea
Who is better and who is worse
Who is stupider and who is right
Some like me, others can have me
What the hell, where is the curve? Do I curse them or not
I have no map to guide me, no navigation system to think along with me
I am a cool sick person who does everything, what is it again? Seven sick! Fate means it everywhere, brutally, genially. I don't know? It's not my business
Should I stay or should I go
I have no idea
Is he really, or still, by God, not that bad
They don't have a clue, that's the best. Who is better and who is worse
Who is stupider and who is right
Some like me, others can have me
Some like me, others can have me
What the hell