Текст и перевод песни Höhner - Alles verlore - Live

Alles verlore - Live

Dä Hein vun dr Domplaat - wor e Levve lang Elektro-montör,
Firma pleite, Frau fottjelaufe - alles leef quer.
Nix mieh zo rette, Finanzamp am Hals,
Keine Penning en dr Täsch.
Nit opjepass', ussjerass'-hück hängk hä aan dr Fläsch.
Alles verlore - kein Wonnung - kein Arbeit - kei' Jeld.
Se nenne' sich Berber - verachtet vum Rest der Welt.
Dobei litt et Schicksal nitt immer en de eijene Häng,
Janz schön fädisch - hei' noch lang nit am Eng!
Katharina die "Krumme" - met ehre 45 Johr,
Kein Zäng en dr Muul un fettje, strähnje Hoor.
Huushalt jemaat, Pänz opjetrocke, Kinderjeschrei,
Niemols ne Dank, ne Tritt en de Fott un alles vorbei.
Alles verlore - kein Wonnung - kein Arbeit - kei' Jeld.
Se nenne' sich Berber - verachtet vum Rest der Welt.
Dobei litt et Schicksal nitt immer en de eijene Häng,
Janz schön fädisch - hei' noch lang nit am Eng!
Immer noch Hoffnung - me'm Rügge zur Wand,
E besje Respekt - vielleich'en helfende Hand.
Minsche sin Minsche, ejal wat se sin oder han.
Alles verlore - kein Wonnung - kein Arbeit - kei' Jeld.
Se nenne' sich Berber - verachtet vum Rest der Welt.
Dobei litt et Schicksal nitt immer en de eijene Häng,
Janz schön fädisch - hei' noch lang nit am Eng!

Everything lost - Live

The Hein of the cathedral square - was an electrician for a lifetime,
Company bankrupt, wife ran away - everything went wrong.
Nothing left to save, tax office on his neck,
Not a penny in his pocket.
Didn't pay attention, got messed up - now he's hooked on the bottle.
Everything lost - no home - no work - no money.
They call themselves Berbers - despised by the rest of the world.
Yet fate is not always in one's own hands,
That's pretty messed up - he's not at the end yet by a long shot!
Katharina the "crooked" - with her 45 years,
No teeth in her mouth and greasy, stringy hair.
Household done, kids raised up, children's cries,
Never a thank you, a kick in the butt and everything was over.
Everything lost - no home - no work - no money.
They call themselves Berbers - despised by the rest of the world.
Yet fate is not always in one's own hands,
That's pretty messed up - he's not at the end yet by a long shot!
Still hope - with your back to the wall,
A little respect - maybe a helping hand.
People are people, no matter what they are or have.
Everything lost - no home - no work - no money.
They call themselves Berbers - despised by the rest of the world.
Yet fate is not always in one's own hands,
That's pretty messed up - he's not at the end yet by a long shot!