Текст и перевод песни Konstantin Wecker - Willy

Willy

Mei, Willy
Jetz wo i di so doliegn sich
So weit weg hinter dera Glasscheibn
Genau oa Lebn zweit weg
Da denk i ma doch
Es hat wohl so kumma müaßn
I glaub oiwei
Du hast as so wolln, Willy

Ogfanga hat des ja alles 68
Woaßt as no
Alle zwoa san ma mitglaffa
Für die Freiheit und fürn Friedn
Mit große Augn
Und plärrt habn ma
Bürger laßt das Glotzen sein
Kommt herunter
Reiht euch ein
Und du warst halt immer
Oan Dreh weiter wia mir
Immer a bisserl wuider
Und a bisserl ehrlicher

Mia habns eana zoagn wolln, Willy
Und du hast ma damals scho gsagt
Freiheit, Wecker, Freiheit des hoaßt
Koa Angst habn, vor nix und neamands
Doch san ma ehrlich
A bisserl a laus Gfühl habn ma doch damals scho ghabt,
Wega de ganzen Glätzen, die einfach mitglaffa san, weils aufgeht,
Wega de Sonntagnachmittagrevoluzzer: d'Freindin fotzen,
Wenns an andern oschaugt, aber über de bürgerliche Moral herziagn!
Die gleichn, Willy,
Die jetzt ganz brav as Mei haltn, weils eana sonst naß nei geht!
Und du hast damals scho gsagt, lang halt des ned,
Da is zvui Mode dabei,
Wenn scho die Schickeria ihrn Porsche gegan 2 CV umtauscht,
Dann muaß was faul sei an der großen Revolution, m
Itlaffa ohne Denken ko heut nia guat sei, aa ned für a guate Sach.
Gestern habns an Willy daschlogn,
Und heit, und heit, und heit werd a begrobn.
Dann hast plötzlich mim Schlucka ogfanga,
Und i glaub, a bisserl aufgebn hast damals scho.
I versteh di, des is ja koa Wunder,
Wenn man bedenkt, was alles wordn is aus de großen Kämpfer.
Heit denkas ja scho mit 17 an ihr Rente,
Und de Madln schütteln weise an Kopf,
Wenn d'Muater iam Mo as Zeig hischmeißt und sagt, m
Ach doch dein Krampf alloa, i möcht lebn, trotzdem, Willy,
Ma muaß weiterkämpfen, kämpfen bis zum Umfalln, a
Wenn die ganze Welt an Arsch offen hat, oder grad deswegn.
Und irgendwann hast dann ogfanga,
Die echten Leit zum suacha, de wo ned dauernd "
Ja Herr Lehrer!" sagn,
Hinten in dene Kneipn am Viktualienmarkt und am Bahnhofseck.
Echter san de scho, Willy, aber i hab di gwarnt,
Aufpassen muaßt bei dene, weil des san Gschlagene,
Und wer dauernd treten werd, der tritt halt aa amoi zruck,
Aber du hast koa Angst ghabt, i kenn di doch, mia duad koana was,
Mei, Willy, du dummer Hund du,
Jetzt sickst as ja, wia da koana was duad.
Gestern habns an Willy daschlogn,
Und heit, und heit, und heit werd a begrobn.
Sakrament, Willy!
Warst gestern bloß aufm Mond gwesen oder aufm Amazonas in am Einbaum
Oder ganz alloa aufm Gipfel,
Drei Schritt vom Himme weg, überall, bloß ned in dera unselign Boazn!
I hab in da Früah no gsagt, fahrn ma raus, as Wetter is so glasig,
Die Berg san so nah, schwänz ma a paar Tag,
Wia damals in da Herrnschui,
An Schlafsack und die Welt in der Taschn,
Aber du hast scho wiederamoi oan sitzn ghabt in aller Früah,
Und am Abnd hast as dann wiedar amoi
Zoagn müaßn, daßd doch no oana bist.
Am Anfang wars ja no ganz gmüatlich.
Und natürlich habn ma den alten Schmarrn wieder aufgwärmt, w
Ieder amoi umanandgstritten,
Wer jetz eigentlich mim Lehrer Huber seiner Frau poussiert hat am
Faschingsball, sentimental san ma gwordn, so richtig schee wars,
Bis der Depp an unsern Tisch kumma is mit seim
Dreikantschlüsselkopf, kloa, schwammig und braun.
Und dann hat a uns gfragt, ob ma beim Bund gwesen san, na ja,
Des habn ma ja noch ganz lustig gfunden, und daß a so froh wär, d
Aß jetzt wieder Ordnung kummt in die rote Staatssauce,
Und die Jugend werd ja aa wieder ganz vernünftig,
Und die Bayern wissens as eh scho lang, wos lang geht politisch,
Willy, i hab gnau gwußt, des haltst du ned lang aus,
Und dann hat a plötzlich as Singa ogfanga, so was vom Horst Wessel.
Hinten an de andern Tisch habns scho leise mitgsummt,
Und dei Birn is ogschwolln, und plötzlich springst auf und plärrst:
Halts Mei, Faschist!
Stad wars, knistert hats.
Die Luft war wiara Wand.
Zum Festhalten.
Da hätt ma no geh kenna, Willy, aber na, i verstehs ja,
Du hast bleibn muäßn, u
Nd dann is losganga an de andern
Tisch: Geh doch in d'Sowjetunion, Kommunist!
Freili, Willy, da muaß ma narrisch werdn,
Wenns scho wieder soweit is, aber trotzdem, laßn geh, hab i gsagt,
Der schad doch neamands mehr, der oide Depp, nix, hast gsagt,
Alle schadens, de oiden und de junga Deppen,
Und dann hat der am Nebentisch plötzlich sei Glasl daschlogn,
Ganz ruhig, und is aufgstanden, Willy, du dumme Sau,
I hab di bei da Joppen packt und wollt di rausziagn,
Obwohl i's scho nimmer glaubt hab, und du hast di losgrissen:
Freiheit, des hoaßt koa Angst habn vor neamands,
Und bist auf ean zua und nacha hat a halt auszogn...
Willy, Willy, warn ma bloß weggfahrn in da Früah, i
Hätt di doch no braucht,
Wir alle brauchen doch solche, wia du oana bist!
Gestern habns an Willy daschlogn,
Und heit, und heit, und heit werd a begrobn.

Willy

My Willy,
Now as I see you lying there
So far away behind that glass pane
Exactly one lifetime away
I think to myself
It probably had to happen this way
I always believe
You wanted it that way, Willy

It all started in '68
Remember?
We both ran along
For freedom and for peace
With big eyes
And we yelled
Citizens, stop staring
Come down
Join the ranks
And you were always
One step ahead of me
Always a little wilder
And a little more honest

We wanted to show them, Willy
And you told me back then
Freedom, Wecker, freedom means
Having no fear, of anything or anyone
But let's be honest
We still had a bit of a queasy feeling back then,
Because of all the onlookers who just went along because it was popular,
Because of the Sunday afternoon revolutionaries: they'd dump their girlfriends
If they looked at someone else, but they'd criticize bourgeois morality!
The same ones, Willy,
Who are now behaving themselves because otherwise they'll get in trouble!
And you said back then that it wouldn't last long,
There's too much fashion involved,
If the socialites are already trading their Porsches for 2CVs,
Then something must be rotten with the great revolution, r
unning along without thinking can never be good, not even for a good cause.
Yesterday they beat Willy up,
And today, and today, and today he'll be buried.
Then you suddenly started drinking,
And I think you gave up a little back then.
I understand you, it's no wonder,
When you think about what became of all the great fighters.
Today they're already thinking about their pensions at 17,
And the girls shake their heads knowingly,
When their mothers throw their husbands' stuff out and say, g
o ahead and struggle on your own, I want to live, despite it all, Willy,
We have to keep fighting, fighting until we drop, e
ven if the whole world has gone to hell, or maybe because of it.
And at some point you started
Looking for the real people, the ones who don't constantly say "
Yes, teacher!"
Back in those bars at the Viktualienmarkt and at the train station corner.
They're more real, Willy, but I warned you,
You have to be careful with them, because they're the beaten ones,
And those who are constantly kicked, they kick back at some point,
But you weren't afraid, I know you, nobody would hurt me,
Man, Willy, you silly dog you,
Now you see how nobody hurts you.
Yesterday they beat Willy up,
And today, and today, and today he'll be buried.
Good Lord, Willy!
Were you just on the moon yesterday or on the Amazon in a dugout canoe
Or all alone on the summit,
Three steps away from heaven, anywhere but in that damn bar!
I told you in the morning, let's go out, the weather is so clear,
The mountains are so close, let's skip a few days,
Like we did back in boarding school,
A sleeping bag and the world in our pockets,
But you were already drunk again early in the morning,
And in the evening you had to
Show them once again that you're still someone.
At first it was quite cozy.
And of course we rehashed the old crap, a
lways arguing with each other
About who actually hooked up with teacher Huber's wife at the
Carnival ball, we got sentimental, it was really nice,
Until that idiot came to our table with his
Triangular wrench head, small, flabby and brown.
And then he asked us if we had been in the army, well,
We still found that quite funny, and that he was so happy that
There's order in the red state sauce again,
And the youth is becoming quite sensible again,
And the Bavarians have known for a long time what's what politically,
Willy, I knew exactly that you wouldn't be able to stand it for long,
And then he suddenly started singing, something from the Horst Wessel.
At the other tables in the back they were already humming along quietly,
And your neck swelled up, and suddenly you jumped up and yelled:
Shut up, fascist!
Silence.
The air was like a wall.
To hold on to.
We could have left then, Willy, but no, I understand,
You had to stay, a
nd then you went off to the other
Table: Go to the Soviet Union, communist!
Honestly, Willy, you have to be crazy,
When it's come to this again, but still, let it go, I said,
He doesn't hurt anyone anymore, the old fool, nothing, you said,
They all hurt, the old and the young fools,
And then the one at the next table suddenly slammed his glass down,
Quite calmly, and stood up, Willy, you stupid pig,
I grabbed you by the jacket and wanted to pull you out,
Even though I didn't believe it anymore, and you tore yourself away:
Freedom means not being afraid of anyone,
And you went towards them and then he just pulled out...
Willy, Willy, if only we had left in the morning, I
Still needed you,
We all need people like you!
Yesterday they beat Willy up,
And today, and today, and today he'll be buried.