Questa nuova realtä (Live) - Konstantin Wecker перевод на английский

Questa nuova realtä (Live)

Was für eine Nacht -
So warm und geduldig,
Setzt euch näher zu uns her,
Schenk noch einmal ein.

Heute spricht mal keiner
Den anderen schuldig,
Heute läßt mal jeder
Den andern anders sein.

E non dirmi che è già tardi
E per le strade si spengono i caffè.
Forse la tua donna ti ha lasciato,
Ma che cosa vuoi che sia.

Questo mondo gira in fretta
Ed è tutto una follia.
Il fascismo che ritorna
Da Berlino fino a Roma.

E prendiamoci per mano
Sui dintorni della sera,
Lei ci porterà lontano
Fra le luci dell′aurora.

Lascia fare tutto al cuore,
Lascia dirgli le parole,
Lascia entrare
Questa nuova realtà.

Was für eine Nacht -
Nur Spinner und Brahmanen,
Keine Parolen,
Schenk lieber noch mal ein.

Das wird ein Fest,
Ohne Marschmusik und Fahnen,
Ohne Waffen und Grenzen,
Lieber grenzenlos Wein.

E prendiamoci per mano
Sui dintorni della sera,
Lei ci porterà lontano
Fra le luci dell' aurora.

Lascia fare tutto al cuore,
Lascia dirgli le parole,
Lascia entrare
Questa nuova realtà

Freunde, rücken wir zusammen,
Denn es züngeln schon die Flammen,
Und die Dummheit macht sich wieder einmal breit.

Laßt uns miteinander reden,
Und umarmen wir jetzt jeden,
Der uns braucht in dieser bitterkalten Zeit.

Übersetzung des italienischen Textes:

Sag mir nicht, daß es schon zu spät sei,
Auch wenn in den Cafés
Schon die Lichter ausgehen.
Vielleicht hat dich deine Frau verlassen,
Aber was ist das schon groß.

Diese Welt dreht sich geschwind,
Und es ist alles Irrsinn.
Der Faschismus kehrt zurück,
Von Berlin bis Rom.

Und jetzt nehmen wir uns bei den Händen,
Umgeben vom Abend.
Er wird uns weit führen,
Bis in die Lichter des Morgens.

Laß alles das Herz tun,
Laß es seine Sprache sprechen,
Laß sie herein, diese neue Wirklichkeit.

This New Reality (Live)

What a night -
So warm and patient,
Come sit closer to us,
Pour me another drink.

Today, no one speaks of
Anyone else being guilty,
Today, everyone lets
Everyone else be different.

E don't tell me it's already late
And the lights in the cafes are going out.
Maybe your woman has left you,
But what does that mean.

This world turns fast
And it's all madness.
Fascism is returning
From Berlin to Rome.

And let's hold hands
As the evening draws near,
It will take us far away
Into the light of dawn.

Let your heart do everything,
Let it speak its words,
Let it in,
This new reality.

What a night -
Only weirdos and Brahmins,
No slogans,
Pour me another drink.

This will be a celebration,
Without marching music and flags,
Without weapons and borders,
Rather boundless wine.

And let's hold hands
As the evening draws near,
It will take us far away
Into the light of dawn.

Let your heart do everything,
Let it speak its words,
Let it in
This new reality

Friends, let's come together,
Because the flames are already flickering,
And stupidity is once again spreading.

Let's talk to each other,
And let's embrace everyone now,
Who needs us in these bitterly cold times.

Translation of the Italian text:

Don't tell me it's too late,
Even if the lights are already going out
In the cafes.
Maybe your wife has left you,
But what does that matter.

This world is spinning fast,
And it's all madness.
Fascism is returning,
From Berlin to Rome.

And now we'll hold hands,
Surrounded by the evening.
It will take us far away,
Into the light of morning.

Let your heart do everything,
Let it speak its language,
Let it in, this new reality.