Текст и перевод песни Hubert von Goisern - Brenna tuats guat (Live)

Brenna tuats guat (Live)

Wo is da platz
Wo da teufel seine kinda kriagt
Wo is da platz
Wo all's z'samm rennt
Wo is des feuer
Hey wo geht 'n grad a blitz nieder
Wo is 'n die hütt'n
Wo der stadl der brennt

Hab'n ma pech oder an lauf
Fall'n ma um oder auf
Samma dünn oder dick
Hab'n an reim oder glück
Teil ma aus, schenka ma ein
Toan ma uns abi oder g'frein
San ma christ hätt ma gwisst
Wo da teufel baut in mist

Jeder woass, dass a
Geld nit auf da wiesen wachst
Und essen kann ma's a nit
Aber brenna tat's guat
Aber hoazen toan ma woazen
Und de ruabn und den kukuruz
Wann ma lang so weiter hoazen
Brennt da huat

Wo is des geld
Des was überall fehlt
Ja hat denn koana an genierer
Wieso kemman allweil de viara
De liagn, de die wahrheit verbieg'n
Und wanns nit kriagn was woll'n
Dann wird's g'stohln,
De falotten soll der teufel hol'n

Da is da platz
Wo da teufel seine
Kinda kriagt
Wo all's z'sammrennt
Und da geht a
In oana tour a blitz nieder
Und de hütt'n brennt
Grad in den moment

Jeder woass, dass a
Geld nit auf da wiesen wachst
Und essen kann ma's a nit
Aber brenna tat's guat
Aber hoazen toan ma woazen
Und de ruabn und den kukuruz
Wann ma lang so weiter hoazen
Brennt da huat

Brenna tuats guat (Live)

Where is the place
Where the devil makes his children suffer
Where is the place
Where everything comes running together
Where is the fire
Hey, where is a lightning just striking down
Where is the hut
Where the barn is burning

Are we lucky or unlucky
Are we falling down or up
Are we thin or fat
Are we rhyming or lucky
Are we sharing, are we giving
Are we letting ourselves down or are we rejoicing
Are we Christians, if we know
Where the devil builds in shit

Everyone knows that
Money doesn't grow on trees
And you can't eat it either
But it would burn well
But today we are harvesting wheat
And the turnips and the corn
If we continue harvesting for long
The hat will burn

Where is the money
That is missing everywhere
Has no one any shame
Why do the four always come
They lie, they twist the truth
And when they don't get what they want
Then they steal it,
The bastards, the devil take them

Here is the place
Where the devil
Makes his children suffer
Where everything comes running together
And there is a
Lightning striking down all the time
And the hut is burning
Right at this moment

Everyone knows that
Money doesn't grow on trees
And you can't eat it either
But it would burn well
But today we are harvesting wheat
And the turnips and the corn
If we continue harvesting for long
The hat will burn