Текст и перевод песни Hannes Wader - Krüüzfoahrt

Krüüzfoahrt

Dörch den Stillen Ozean
Krüüzt ne witte Yacht
Ricke Pinkels hebbn den Kahn
För't Vergnegen pacht
Hüüt is't schön, ne lichte Bries
Plänkelt mit de See
Un de Bordkapell speelt lies
'Heimatland, ade!'
Up den Stillen Ozean
Krüüzt sich grote Welt
Kümmt nich up en Pinkel an
Wat dar tellt is Geld!
Up dat Promenadendeck
Dööst man in de Sünn
Pliert mal över't Book hinweg
Na de annern hen
Junge Damen wiesen frie
Wat't to wiesen gifft
Twete Jugend is darbi
Vörfront tweemal lift
Up den Stillen Ozean
Krüüzt sich grote Welt
Kümmt nich up en Pinkel an
Wat dar tellt is Geld!
Herrn mit wabbelige Huut
Liegen up de Luur
Sünd noch mal up't Grabbeln ut
As Verjüngungskur
Smucke Stewards stellen stief
Longdrinks up den Disch
Dinken wull: "Nich ring, dat Wief
Wenn ok nich ganz frisch!"
Up den Stillen Ozean
Krüüzt sich grote Welt
Kümmt nich up en Pinkel an
Wat dar tellt is Geld!
Un de riepen Damen harrn
Geern bito studeert
Wat so'n Steward sünst noch kann
Wenn he nich serveert
Wat se trüchhöllt, is nich Schaam
De sünd se nich wennt
Aver hier gellt blots as Daam
Wer mit Geldlüüt pennt
Up den Stillen Ozean
Krüüzt sich grote Welt
Kümmt nich up en Pinkel an
Wat dar tellt is Geld!
Darüm präsenteren se
Sik as Waar up't Deck
Von de Titt bis an dat Knee
Kost en Blankoscheck
Up den Stillen Ozean
Krüüzt sik grote Welt
Kümmt nich op en Pinkel an
Wat dar tellt is Geld!
Up den Stillen Ozean
Krüüzt sich grote Welt
Kümmt nich up en Pinkel an
Wat dar tellt is Geld!

Cruise

Through the Pacific Ocean
Sails a white yacht
Wealthy old folks have the boat
Chartered for their pleasure
Today is beautiful, a gentle breeze
Flirts with the sea
And the on-board band plays softly
'Homeland, goodbye!'
On the Pacific Ocean
High society meets
Doesn't matter how old you are
What counts here is money!
On the promenade deck
You bask in the sun
Flicking through a book
Looking at the others
Young ladies show off freely
What there is to show
Second youth is here
Front and center, twice as much
On the Pacific Ocean
High society meets
Doesn't matter how old you are
What counts here is money!
Gentlemen with wobbly hats
Are on the prowl
Out for one last grope
As a rejuvenation cure
Handsome stewards present stiffly
Long drinks on the table
She wanted to drink: "Not bad, the woman
Even if not quite fresh!"
On the Pacific Ocean
High society meets
Doesn't matter how old you are
What counts here is money!
And the mature ladies
Who would have studied further
What else a steward can do
When he's not serving
It's not modesty that holds them back
They're not used to that
But the only ones who count as ladies here
Are those who sleep with the rich
On the Pacific Ocean
High society meets
Doesn't matter how old you are
What counts here is money!
That's why they present themselves
As goods on the deck
From their boobs to their knees
Costs a blank check
On the Pacific Ocean
High society meets
Doesn't matter how old you are
What counts here is money!
On the Pacific Ocean
High society meets
Doesn't matter how old you are
What counts here is money!