...und blicke doch mit Wut zurück - Karg перевод на английский

...und blicke doch mit Wut zurück

So wias Heid is, kos ned orwai sei, es wird vageh...
Es ko scho muang oda a erst im Fruajoa sei, wia ziang fuat vo neiem...
Die Zeit vageht so leise.
Wer woas wia long ma bleim...?
I hob di do zerst no auf und o' geh g'seng, draussd im Schnee.
Deine Spüren se woan scho leicht vaschniem, oba nu guad zum seng.
Weisst niangstwo dahoam' woast, so wia I...
Hom nie des g'funden wos ma g'suacht hom.
Weda gestan no Heid...
Noch oi de Joare im Regen woit die Sunn einfach nimma steign.
Zu Tode betriabt oda himelhoch jauchzend, beides hod für uns koan Sinn g'mocht.
I hob jo oi de Joare g'hofft, unsa Wiedasehen wuad onders ausschaun.
Wie hom uns noch de Tog verzerrt, oba se Woand uns nimma vagunnt...
I woas einfoch ned wias weidageh soi, so oda so, es füat zu nix...
De Aschn vergongener Winter, sie hod unsan Weg bis do her pflostat,
Und nix mog no vadecken, des Bluat auf unsre Kleider.
Wir hom unsa Last scho bis do her trogn, bis do her, oba koan schritt weida...
De Tog se welken wia es Lab vo de Bam...
Se hintalosnn nur vage Spüren, und ollahechstens Gram...
Die gläserne Stodt im Rucken hod uns do no nie wirklich g'starkt...
Imma wenn ma wieder do san, lossts uns nimmer atmen.
De Melancholie de scho üwa ihr g'hangt is, wia ma no Kinder woan,
Sie wird doch niemois weichn, denn sie trog ob heid a weidan Kainsmoi...
Es ist lochhoft in dera Wöd, einfoch bloss z'lieben...
Es is irrsinn a nur oa Wort z'glabn, es hod jo doch nix mehr bestond.
Mitten in da Nocht bist aussi im Woid.
Host nur no a kurze Nochricht g'schriem:
Wia soind nid um die Rean, host g'moant
Weil du woast eh de längst Zeit scho tot...
Übad Föder, übad Weitn, nuamoi vuabei an de Wiesn im Woid.
Es gibt koan weg zruck, nur de boa Schritt noch vuan...
Wos hobi g'hetzt, wos hobi gschrian, owa wois sois.
Wir hom auf dem Weg eh scho jetz vü zvü valuan...
Geh hoam mei Freund, I loss die Ziang...
I loss de Stodt füa di brenna, du findst do sowieso koa Glück...
Jedes einzelne vo dia grauen Häuser, es soi Flommem steh.
Sie hod uns olles gnumma, I blick mit nix ols Wut drauf zruck...

...and I look back with rage

As things are, they can't stay the same, they will pass...
It could be tomorrow or even in spring, when we move on again...
Time passes so quietly.
Who knows how long we'll stay...?
I saw you walking up and down out there in the snow.
Your tracks were already slightly covered with snow, but still good to see.
You don't know where you belong, just like me...
We never found what we were looking for.
Neither yesterday nor today...
After all these years in the rain, the sun just didn't want to rise anymore.
To death saddened or overjoyed, neither made sense to us.
I had hoped all these years that our reunion would look different.
How we have distorted ourselves after those days, but the world didn't grant us any more...
I just don't know how to go on, one way or another, it leads to nothing...
The ashes of past winters, they have paved our way up to here,
And nothing can hide the blood on our clothes.
We have carried our burden up to here, up to here, but not a step further...
The days wither like the leaves of the trees...
They leave behind only faint traces, and at most grief...
The glass city behind us has never really strengthened us...
Every time we're back there, it doesn't let us breathe.
The melancholy that hung over it, when we were still children,
It will never fade, because today it carries another scar...
It is futile in this world, to simply love...
It is madness to believe just one word, nothing has lasted anyway.
In the middle of the night you're out in the forest again.
You only wrote a short message:
We shouldn't care about the tears, you said
Because you know you've been dead for a long time...
Over the fields, over the meadows, once again past the meadows in the forest.
There is no way back, only the few steps forward...
What have I rushed, what have I screamed, but what's the use.
We have already lost too much on the way...
Go home my friend, I'm letting go of the reins...
I'll let the city burn for you, you won't find any happiness here anyway...
Every single one of these grey houses, it should be in flames.
It has taken everything from us, I look back with nothing but rage...