Текст и перевод песни Konstantin Wecker - Renn, lieber renn

Renn, lieber renn

Er war scho von Haus aus
Eher verdächtig,
So gar ned a Mannsbild,
Bescheiden, bedächtig.

Vom Bund habnsn hoamgschickt,
Beim Bund brauchas Männer,
Die männlich auf andre
Schiaßn könna.

Meist hockt a dahoam
Und traut si ned raus.
Wenn a is, wer a is,
Dann lachansn aus.

Hinter so viele Masken
Verliert ma sei Gsicht.
Erst grobt er si ei,
Dann scheut er as Licht.

Und Jahr für Jahr
Sieht er weniger weiter.
Was werdn bloß die Leit
In dem Land ned gscheiter.
Und wenns oan endlich
Von der Schuld befrein -
Wer nicht allgemein ist,
Bleibt immer gemein.

Und manchmal, da möcht ers
In d'Welt rausschrein,
Seine Angst, sein Verlangen,
Sein Anderssein.
Und er spürt, wie er langsam
Die Seele verliert,
Denn die Liebe ist immer
Für die andern reserviert.

Renn lieber, renn,
Du bist ned normal,
Es habn immer die andern
Die bessre Moral.

Solang die Welt so männlich ist,
Fürs Leben unempfänglich ist,
Renn, renn, renn!

Wenn bloß ned die Nacht war,
Der Tag ziagt vorbei,
Doch die Nacht dauert ewig,
Die laßtn ned frei.

Wo soll er bloß hi
Mit all seiner Lust?
Die staut si im Herzn,
Zerfrißt eam die Brust.

Des schneidt oam die Luft ab,
Des ewige Liagn,
Da bleibt ma stecka,
Da verlernt ma as Fliagn.

Boid glaubt as no selber,
Daß er krank und schlecht ist,
Weil die Engstirnigkeit
Nach wie vor im Recht ist.

Und Jahr für Jahr
Sieht er weniger weiter.
Was werdn bloß die Leit
In dem Land ned gscheiter.
Und wenns oan endlich
Von der Schuld befrein -
Wer nicht allgemein ist,
Bleibt immer gemein.

Und sovui möchtns
In d'Welt rausschrein,
Ihre Angst, ihr Verlangen,
Ihr Anderssein.
Scho sammeln se si,
Manche hört ma scho plärrn,
Die wolln nimma warten,
Die wohn si wehrn.

Schrein miaß ma, schrein,
Was hoaßt do normal?
Pfeif ma mitanander
Auf d'bessre Moral.

Solang die Welt so männlich ist,
Für Liebe unempfänglich ist,
Schrein miaß ma, Schrein!

Run, my dear, run

He was already at home
rather suspicious,
Not at all a man,
Modest, thoughtful.

The federation sent him home,
The federation needs men,
Who can shoot at others
manly.

He usually sits at home
and does not dare to go out.
If he is who he is,
then they laugh at him.

Behind so many masks
We lose our face.
First he digs himself in,
then he shuns the light.

And year after year
He sees less and less far.
What are the people
in this country not getting smarter.
And when they finally
Free someone from guilt -
Who is not universal,
Always remains common.

And sometimes he wanted to
Shout out into the world,
His fear, his desire,
His being different.
And he feels how he slowly
Loses his soul,
Because love is always
Reserved for others.

Run, my dear, run,
You are not normal,
It is always the others who have
The better morals.

As long as the world is so masculine,
It is not receptive to life,
Run, run, run!

If only there were no night,
The day passes by,
But the night lasts forever,
They do not let you free.

Where should he go
With all his lust?
It builds up in his heart,
Consuming his chest.

It takes your breath away,
The eternal lying,
You get stuck there,
You lose the ability to fly.

He soon believes it himself,
That he is sick and bad,
Because narrow-mindedness
Is still right.

And year after year
He sees less and less far.
What are the people
in this country not getting smarter.
And when they finally
Free someone from guilt -
Who is not universal,
Always remains common.

And it's so much they want
To shout out into the world,
Their fear, their desire,
Their being different.
They are already gathering,
You can hear some of them yelling,
They don't want to wait any longer,
They defend themselves.

We have to scream, scream,
What does normal mean?
Let us all whistle
On the better morals.

As long as the world is so masculine,
Not receptive to love,
We must scream, scream!