Текст и перевод песни Kurt Ostbahn & Die Kombo - Vata, Mutta, Kind

Vata, Mutta, Kind

Im Ö oda in da Fettn
Auf jedn Foi im Zuan
Do is a rabiat wuan
A manchmoi gengan Buam
Wanna eam z'vü platzt hod
Wia hoid Gschroppn rean
Wanns grod de erschtn Zähnt kriagn
Und oft a Nocht lang plärrn

Kinda san oft Gfrasta, hod a gsogt
Quöln di bis aufs Bluat
Wann da de Hand gach auskummt
Hüft des mehr ois wia jeds Wuat
Oba a freundliche Famülie
Nau, wia haaßens gschwind
Ganz normale Leit hoid
Vata, Mutta, Kind

Vielleicht a bissl laut hoid
Oba wer hätt si sowas denkt
Daß dea sein eignan Buam daschlogt
Und si drauf am Fenstakreuz dahängt

Gspitzt woas scho, de Klane
Wos waaß ma, vielleicht woas krank
Ma hods ned vü zum Gsicht kriagt
Manchmoi im Hof unt auf da Bank
Do is gsessn mit ihre Pupperln
Und hod si brav allanich gspült
Mit d'andern Kinda hods ned dürfn
De woan en Papa oiweu z'wüd

Jetzt spüd de Klane nimma
Jetzt is daham vabliat
Da Vata hods amoi zu oft gnumma
Und de Mutta hod se z'lang dafia geniert
Oba a freundliche Famülie
Nau, wia haaßens gschwind
Ganz normale Leit hoid
Vata, Mutta, Kind

Vielleicht a bissl eign hoid
Oba wer hätt si sowas denkt
Daß des bei dia im Stock passiert
Und ma nix merkt davo wos rennt
Und ma nix merkt davo wos rennt
Und ma nix merkt davo

Father, Mother, Child

In the kitchen or in the bedroom
On the first floor, without a doubt
There's an angry one
Sometimes, young boys will go
Wanting to hear it burst
When the screams rain down
When they're just getting their first teeth
And often they'll cry all night long

He said that children often cry
Pestering you till you bleed
When he suddenly struck her hand
That said more than any word
But a friendly family
How soon we judge
Normal people, in their own way
Father, Mother, Child

Maybe a little loud sometimes
But who could have guessed
That he would beat his own son
And she would hang herself from the window cross

The little one was sharp
Maybe she was sick
We hardly ever saw her face
Sometimes in the courtyard or on a bench
She used to sit with her dolls
Playing all alone and quietly
She wasn't allowed with the other children
Her father was always too wild for them

Now the little one no longer plays
Now she's shut away in the house
Her father went too far one time
And her mother was too ashamed for too long
But a friendly family
How soon we judge
Normal people, in their own way
Father, Mother, Child

Maybe a little strange sometimes
But who could have guessed
That this would happen in the apartment next door
And we didn't notice what was rushing by
And we didn't notice what was rushing by
And we didn't notice