Текст и перевод песни Höhner - Dat kütt mer spanisch vör

Dat kütt mer spanisch vör

Allemanes, dat sin Deutsche in Espania, por favor.
Künne kei Woot spanisch – kumme ävver trotzdem klor.
Dos Manos sin zwei Hängche – un mit 'nem bissje Fantasie,
Is buenas dias – Hängche en de hüh!

No nos conosemos – sag' ens, kenne mer uns nit?
Viene como viene – heiß' et kütt su, wie et kütt!
Caballeros, die drare Sombreros.
Compañeros sin Fründe en dr Nut.
Un Cervesa heiß' Bier – Wing is Vino.
Bambolea heiß' waggele met dr Fot.
Beim Flamenco, wenn ich die Gitarreros hür,
Also iehrlich – dat kütt mer spanisch vör!

Dä Torrero stich' mi'm Estoque zo un wed zom Matador.
Sangria – dat is Bowle us 'nem Emmer, dat is klor.
Paella aan dr Playa vun Mallorca unverfälsch',
Do schmeck' e Miguelche su wie Kölsch.

No nos conosemos – sag' ens, kenne mer uns nit?
Viene como viene – heiß' et kütt su, wie et kütt!
Caballeros, die drare Sombreros.
Compañeros sin Fründe en dr Nut.
Un Cervesa heiß' Bier – Wing is Vino.
Bambolea heiß' waggele met dr Fot.
Beim Flamenco, wenn ich die Gitarreros hür,
Also iehrlich – dat kütt mer spanisch vör!

Spanisch es och nur en anderes Kölsch.
Die spreche do jet schneller als he,
Wemmer't jenau nemp, es unser Alaaf – nur Olé!

Caballeros, die drare Sombreros.
Compañeros sin Fründe en dr Nut.
Un Cervesa heiß' Bier – Wing is Vino.
Bambolea heiß' waggele met dr Fot.
Beim Flamenco, wenn ich die Gitarreros hür,
Also iehrlich – dat kütt mer spanisch vör!

It seems Spanish to me

Allemanes are Germans in Spain, por favor.
Can't speak a word of Spanish – but still get the point across.
Dos Manos are two hands – and with a little imagination,
Buenas dias is – hands in the air.

No nos conosemos – tell me, don't we know each other?
Viene como viene – it is what it is!
Caballeros, take off your Sombreros.
Compañeros are friends in need.
And Cervesa is beer – Vino is wine.
Bambolea is wiggling with your foot.
At Flamenco, when I hear the guitarists,
Honestly – it sounds Spanish to me!

The Torrero stabs me with his Estoque and becomes a Matador.
Sangria – that's punch from a bucket, that's for sure.
Paella on the beach of Mallorca authentic,
There a Miguelche tastes like Kölsch.

No nos conosemos – tell me, don't we know each other?
Viene como viene – it is what it is!
Caballeros, take off your Sombreros.
Compañeros are friends in need.
And Cervesa is beer – Vino is wine.
Bambolea is wiggling with your foot.
At Flamenco, when I hear the guitarists,
Honestly – it sounds Spanish to me!

Spanish is just another Kölsch.
They speak it a little faster than we do,
If you listen closely, it's our Alaaf – just Olé!

Caballeros, take off your Sombreros.
Compañeros are friends in need.
And Cervesa is beer – Vino is wine.
Bambolea is wiggling with your foot.
At Flamenco, when I hear the guitarists,
Honestly – it sounds Spanish to me!