Текст и перевод песни Freezy Trap - Mama, lebt a denn?

Mama, lebt a denn?

I moch den Dubstep
Hoat wia a Ruffneck
Stoak wia a Fösn
I loss sie grüßn
Wieder Lieder swaggt, ja die niemand checkt
I bring eich nur den Beat wiara Schmähkanon
Bin da Boss in meim Revier, wiara Schäferhund
Bin da neiche Pröll, bin Chef im Lond
Nur trog i Baggy Pants und ka scheenes Gwond
Oida is ma doch egal, wos es sogts, wos es woits
Wiaris dua, is ned guad, brennt ned wia feichtes Hoiz

Hod des Liad an Sinn
Mocht des Liad an Gwinn
Mog des Liad a wer
Oida, heat des bitte wer

Eigentlich soit i Schloga mochn
Wö üwa soiche Sochn, jo do mog ma lochn
Andrea Berg, Die Seer, Katja Ebstein
DJ Ötzi, so soll Rap sein
Helene Fischer & Costa Cordalis
Liada schreiben, am Trip sein, Cannabis
Fong da niemois wos on am Suntog au
Wö on am Suntog Mau, kumm i vom Lumpn ham
Doch donn fliag i wieda und pock de Bodehosn ei
Griagst a schworze Rosn, scheen is auf da Wöd zum sei
Resi du Hua, i hoi di mim Traktor ó
Anita, treimas auf da Reeperbó
Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Honolulu Strand Bikini
Du entschuidige, heast, i kenn di
Wie du siebzehn woast mit deim blondn Hoa
Jo, do woan wia zwoa, niemois in New York
Na, hom an grieschischen Wei gsoffn
Donn is da Kenig vo Deitschlond eitroffn
U hod gmant: I bin nimma dei Clown
Und i siach no imma deine Spurn im Sound

Fia mi sois rote Rosn regna
Unsterblich sei, toten Hosen Schema
Üwa den Woikn bricht ka Marmor, Sta & Eisen
Es foaht a Zug noch Nirgendwo, gehma auf Reisen
Wahnsinn, Jenseits von Eden
Siach i dMama mim Heintje reden
Ti amo sogt a, dMama bleat: Du Idiot
Lebt a denn, da Michl, oda is a tot

I moch den Dubstep
Hoat wia a Ruffneck
Stoak wia a Fösn
I loss sie grüßn
Wieder Lieder swaggt, ja die niemand checkt
I bring eich nur den Beat wiara Schmähkanon
Bin da Boss in meim Revier, wiara Schäferhund
Bin da neiche Pröll, bin Chef im Lond
Nur trog i Baggy Pants und ka scheenes Gwond
Oida is ma doch egal, wos es sogts, wos es woits
Wiaris dua, is ned guad, brennt ned wia feichtes Hoiz

Hod des Liad an Sinn
Mocht des Liad an Gwinn
Mog des Liad a wer
Oida, heat des bitte wer

Heit Obend hob i Kopfweh
Jo die Lust om Lebn is oft schee
Im Wogn vor mir san zwa klane Italiena
Es is so a scheena Tog und er wird imma scheena
Michaela, rote Lipn soi ma küssen
I dua di wie die Hölle vamissen
Hölle Hölle Hölle, vadommt i lieb di
Du host mi 1000 moi belong, i hob di tausend moi gliebt
Obschied nehma is a bissl wie sterm
Doch wasd wos dein Nom trogt: A Stern
I sog beim Obschied leise: Seas
Liebeskumma lohnt si ned, Herz on Herz
Jo die Liebe is a sötsomes Spü
An Cowboy ois Mau, des is dei Zü
Doch ohne di schlof i heid nocht ned ei
Verlieben, verloren, vergessen, verzeihn
Ich hob dramt vo dir in am Bett im Kornföd
Is erste Moi hods weh dó, is zweite Moi ned
Jetzt sama wieda zaum, ein bisschen Aroma
Und do sprach da oide Heiptling der Indiana

Fia mi sois rote Rosn regna
Unsterblich sei, toten Hosen Schema
Üwa den Woikn bricht ka Marmor, Sta & Eisen
Es foaht a Zug noch Nirgendwo, gehma auf Reisen
Wahnsinn, Jenseits von Eden
Siach i dMama mim Heintje reden
Ti amo sogt a, dMama bleat: Du Idiot
Lebt a denn, da Michl, oda is a tot

I moch den Dubstep
Hoat wia a Ruffneck
Stoak wia a Fösn
I loss sie grüßn
Wieder Lieder swaggt, ja die niemand checkt
I bring eich nur den Beat wiara Schmähkanon
Bin da Boss in meim Revier, wiara Schäferhund
Bin da neiche Pröll, bin Chef im Lond
Nur trog i Baggy Pants und ka scheenes Gwond
Oida is ma doch egal, wos es sogts, wos es woits
Wiaris dua, is ned guad, brennt ned wia feichtes Hoiz

Hod des Liad an Sinn
Mocht des Liad an Gwinn
Mog des Liad a wer
Oida, heat des bitte wer

Mama, is he alive?

I make the Dubstep
Hard like a Ruffneck
Strong like a waterfall
I send my regards
Swagging songs again, yeah, that nobody understands
I only bring you the beat like a joke cannon
I'm the boss in my territory, like a shepherd dog
I'm the new Pröll, I'm the boss in the land
Only I wear baggy pants and no nice clothes
Old man, I don't care what they say, what they want
What we do is not good, doesn't burn like damp wood

Does this song make sense
Does this song make a profit
Does anyone like this song
Old man, please someone listen to this

Actually, I should make hits
About such things, yeah, you can laugh about that
Andrea Berg, Die Seer, Katja Ebstein
DJ Ötzi, that's how rap should be
Helene Fischer & Costa Cordalis
Writing songs, being on a trip, cannabis
Never start anything on a Sunday
Because on Sunday morning, I come home from the rags
But then I fly again and pack my lederhosen
You get a black rose, it's beautiful to be in the world
Resi you whore, I'll pick you up with the tractor
Anita, let's do it on the Reeperbahn
Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Honolulu Strand Bikini
Excuse me, listen, I know you
When you were seventeen with your blonde hair
Yeah, there we were like two, never in New York
No, we drank a Greek wine
Then the king of Germany arrived
And said: I'm no longer your clown
And I still see your traces in the sound

For me, red roses should rain
Be immortal, like the Toten Hosen scheme
Above the clouds, no marble, steel & iron breaks
A train goes to nowhere, let's go on a journey
Madness, beyond Eden
I see Mama talking to Heintje
He says Ti amo, Mama cries: You idiot
Is he alive, Michl, or is he dead

I make the Dubstep
Hard like a Ruffneck
Strong like a waterfall
I send my regards
Swagging songs again, yeah, that nobody understands
I only bring you the beat like a joke cannon
I'm the boss in my territory, like a shepherd dog
I'm the new Pröll, I'm the boss in the land
Only I wear baggy pants and no nice clothes
Old man, I don't care what they say, what they want
What we do is not good, doesn't burn like damp wood

Does this song make sense
Does this song make a profit
Does anyone like this song
Old man, please someone listen to this

Tonight I have a headache
Yeah, the lust for life is often beautiful
In the car in front of me are two little Italians
It's such a beautiful day and it's getting more and more beautiful
Michaela, red lips I should kiss
I miss you like hell
Hell, hell, hell, damn I love you
You lied to me 1000 times, I loved you a thousand times
Saying goodbye is a bit like dying
But you know what your name is: A star
I say softly at goodbye: See you
Lovesickness is not worth it, heart to heart
Yeah, love is a strange game
A cowboy as a husband, that's your goal
But without you, I won't fall asleep tonight
Fall in love, lose, forget, forgive
I dreamed of you in a bed in a cornfield
The first time it hurt, the second time it didn't
Now we're back together, a little bit of aroma
And there spoke the old chief of the Indiana

For me, red roses should rain
Be immortal, like the Toten Hosen scheme
Above the clouds, no marble, steel & iron breaks
A train goes to nowhere, let's go on a journey
Madness, beyond Eden
I see Mama talking to Heintje
He says Ti amo, Mama cries: You idiot
Is he alive, Michl, or is he dead

I make the Dubstep
Hard like a Ruffneck
Strong like a waterfall
I send my regards
Swagging songs again, yeah, that nobody understands
I only bring you the beat like a joke cannon
I'm the boss in my territory, like a shepherd dog
I'm the new Pröll, I'm the boss in the land
Only I wear baggy pants and no nice clothes
Old man, I don't care what they say, what they want
What we do is not good, doesn't burn like damp wood

Does this song make sense
Does this song make a profit
Does anyone like this song
Old man, please someone listen to this