Текст и перевод песни Georg Danzer - Lang is' her - Re-Mastered 2011

Lang is' her - Re-Mastered 2011

Er zünd't si a Zigrettn au
Schalt's Radio auf Verkehr
Im Rückspiegl die Autobahn
Is unbefahrn und leer
A triaba Sunntag Vormittag
Es tuat si nix, ka Blattl fliagt im Wind
Er gibt a bissl Gas, doch ned zu vüh
Er wass, er wüh zu Frau und Kind
Der Frühling lasst si Zeit
Die Sun hat überhaupt ka Kraft
Im Schatt'n is no Schnee
Der See liegt stüh, als ob er schlaft
Er denkt an nix Bestimmtes
Die Gedanken ziagn flügellahm dahin
Doch ganz tiaf drinnen fragt er si
Wia bin i nur der wurd'n, der i heut bin
Er fahrt vorbei an aner
Grossen neichen Raststation
Vor zwölf Joa war da nur a
Tankstöh mit an Telefon
Da hat er immer angruafn
Wann er si hamlich troffen hat mit ihr
Da war er no verheirat, aber nur
Wia's so scheh hasst, auf'n Papier
Lang is her
Lang is her
Lang is her
Lang is her
Er stellt si vor, wi's sei wird
Wann erst alles wieder bliaht
Draht voll des Heizgebläse auf
Weu eam in d'Zechn g'friat
Er denkt, i sollt zum Rauchn aufhörn
In mein Alter war's jetzt langsam Zeit
Doch gleichzeitig da g'spiat er
Dass des Rauchen eam als anziges no g'freut
Er zünd't si wieder Ane au
Und kurbelts Fenster auf
Da Fahrtwind blast eam kalt ins G'sicht
Doch des nimmt er in Kauf
Die Luft vertreibt den G'ruch
Und die Nacht in dem Hotel war ned sehr lang
Er kann si ned an vüh erinnern
Aber sie war halbwegs hübsch und schlank
Der Frühling lasst si Zeit
Die Sun hat überhaupt ka Kraft
Und plötzlich fragt er si
Wia er des bis daham no schafft
So sehr er si bemüht
Er find't auf amoi in sein ganz'n Lebn kann Sinn
Und immer öfter fragt er si
Wia bin i nur der wurd'n, der i heut bin
Lang is her
Lang is her
Lang is her
Lang is her

So Long Ago (Re-Mastered 2011)

He lights a cigarette for himself
Turns on the traffic radio
In the rear-view mirror, the highway
Lies empty and deserted
A lazy Sunday morning
Nothing is happening, not a single leaf stirs in the wind
He steps on the gas a bit, but not too much
He knows he has to go to his wife and child
Spring is taking its sweet time
The sun has no power at all
There is still snow in the shade
The lake lies still, as if it were sleeping
He doesn't think of anything in particular
His thoughts drift along, weak as a bird
But deep inside, he asks himself
How did I become who I am today?
He drives past a
Big, new resting station
Twelve years ago, there was only a
Gas station with a telephone
That's where he would always call
When he would secretly meet with her
He was still married then, but only
As it so often happens, on paper
That was long ago
Long ago
Long ago
Long ago
He imagines how things will be
When everything finally blooms again
Cranking up the heater
Because his toes are freezing
He thinks I should stop smoking
At my age, it's high time I did
But at the same time, he realizes
That smoking is the only thing that still gives him joy
He lights another one
And rolls down the window
The wind blows cold in his face
But he's willing to take it
The air will drive away the smell
And the night in the hotel wasn't very long
He can't remember much about it
But she was fairly pretty and slim
Spring is taking its sweet time
The sun has no power at all
And suddenly he asks himself
How he's going to make it home
Try as he might
He can't find any meaning in his whole life
And he keeps asking himself
How did I become who I am today?
That was long ago
Long ago
Long ago
Long ago