Текст и перевод песни Kurt Ostbahn - Nochtschicht

Nochtschicht

Des Bikini-Madl
Is beinamputiert
Sie zagt ihre Neon-Kurvn
Üba da Tia
A rostiga Flippa
Zwischn Heisl und Schank
Es fäult noch Zwiefe
Koide Tschik und Bia
Do is a Pool und a Jukebox
Und g'rad g'nua Plotz zum Steh
Und de blade Rosi
Hinta da Budl
De führt wia imma den Schmäh
Sie hod a Goschn wia a Kutscha
Und an Oasch wia a Lok
Und a Zwinkern fian Ferry

Im Espresso Rosi
Do wartns nua drauf
Daß da Schattn dem
Tog es Liacht ausblost
Sie lahnan do und schlofn
Mit offene Augn
Zum Redn gibts nix mea
Wannst ka Chance mea host
Am Tisch in da Eckn
Sitzt ana do und wart
Er sauft 'n Mokka ex
Er zittert und tuat se hart
Er is kana von do
Und des siecht ma eam au
Und wanna d'Rosi frogt sogt's

Sie kumman schon no dran

Und er wart weida
Wie er's imma mocht

Heit in dera langan Nocht
Weu heit is Nochtschicht
Nochtschicht

Do is da Ferry mit drei Gschroppn
Und da zweit'n Frau
Ana Lehr ois Tischla, kana Hockn
Und vier Joa Karlau
Mit kana Aussicht auf an Job
Und g'nua Marie zum Leben
Und den Ruaß, des Out sogt er
Hoda se lang gnua gebn
Uma zehne kummt Belegschoft
Da Peda und da Hans
Da Peda is a Profi, da Hans wüs wean
Oba er schoffts ned ganz

Da Ferry baut eam auf
Heast Oida, muagn liegst in da Sunn
Damit er's söba glaubt
Gibts no an letztn Rum

Drei gache Schnaps
Drei gschwinde Bock

Weu des wiad heit a lange Nocht
Muagn wiad ollas anders
Des wa doch glocht
Muagn noch dera langan Nocht
Weu heit is Nochtschicht

Es is boid zwölfe
Da Ferry is scho
Längst auf da Tour
Es wiad am Pooltisch ruhig
De Rosi ziagt de Vuahäng zua
Stoßzeit is
Geht auf hoiba zwa
De letztn san jetzt aufgwocht
Hängan an da Bar
Grell g'schminkte Weiba
Rauschige Freier
Vü ausgleierts Lochn
Vü nimma Dawartn
Dei Stammgast
Sogt d'Rosi
Schaut auf die Uhr
Mochs auf de Gschwinde
I hob heit no wos vua
Und die Lore
Die wos fia Leit
Mit vü Phantasie
Ausschaut wia zwölfe
Wia oids echt is sogts nie
Die schaut dazua
Daß sa se zu ihra
Kundschoft hockt
De wos sie dann
Mit saure Drops

Ins Hintazimma lockt
Und fia anderthoib Blaue
Sofort und in bar
Spüds fia den Herrn
Der was ned da heapasst
Auf keusch und kla

Es gibt nix
Wos sie ned mocht
Heit in dera langan Nocht
Es gibt nix
Wos sie ned mocht
Heit in dera langan Nocht
Weu sie hat Nochtschicht

Draußn wiads scho hell
Es is boid in da Frua
Do kumman Ferry und Co
Von da Tour retour
Zehn Farb-Portable sans
De Rosi mant, i wia a Noa
Dann pockts mit au
Zaht, zählt und zoit de Woa

Des is a Wahn
Des hods echt brocht
Heit in dera langan Nocht
Des is a Wahn
He-Y-e
Heit in dera langan Nocht
He-Y-e
In dera Nochtschicht
Ha-Y-a
In dera langan Nocht
Des is a Wahn
Des hods echt brocht
Heit in dera langan Nocht
Weu heit is Nochtschicht
Nochtschicht
Nochtschicht

Night Shift

The bikini girl
Is leg amputated
She shows her neon curves
Over the door
A rusty pinball machine
Between the toilet and the bar
It still smells like onions
Cold butts and beer
There is a pool table and a jukebox
And just enough room to stand
And the pale Rosie
Behind the counter
She's running the show, like always
She's got a mouth like a coach
And an ass like a train
And a wink for Ferry

In the Espresso Rosi
They're just waiting
That the shadow will
Blow out the light of day
They lean there and sleep
With open eyes
There's nothing more to say
When you don't stand a chance anymore
At the table in the corner
One sits there and waits
He drinks his mocha straight
He trembles and acts tough
He's not one of them
And you can tell by looking at him
And when Rosie asks they say

Their turn will come

And he waits further
Like he always does

Tonight in this long night
Because tonight is night shift
Night shift

There's Ferry with three divorces
And his second wife
A carpenter apprentice, not a penny
And four years of jail
With no prospect of a job
And enough dough to live
And the soot, the dirt he says
He's had enough of it
Around ten, the workforce arrives
Peda and Hans
Peda's a pro, Hans wants to be
But he doesn't quite make it

Ferry cheers him up
"Listen, old man, tomorrow you'll be lying in the sun"
So he believes it himself
There's one last rum

Three quick shots
Three fast beers

Because this is going to be a long night
Tomorrow everything will be different
Wouldn't that be a laugh
Tomorrow after this long night
Because tonight is night shift

It's almost twelve
Ferry is already
Long gone on tour
It's getting quiet at the pool table
Rosie pulls the curtains shut
Rush hour is
About half past one
The last ones are now awake
Hanging at the bar
Garishly made-up women
Scruffy suitors
Many worn-out holes
Not much waiting anymore
The regulars
Rosie says
Look at the clock
Make it quick
I've got something to do today
And Lore
Who for people
With a lot of imagination
Looks like twelve
She never says how old she really is
She makes sure
That she sits next to her
Customers
Who she then
With sour candies

Lures into the back room
And for one and a half blue
Immediately and in cash
She plays for the gentleman
Who doesn't quite fit in
The chaste and pure

There's nothing
She wouldn't do
Tonight in this long night
There's nothing
She wouldn't do
Tonight in this long night
Because she's got night shift

It's getting light outside
It's almost morning
That's when Ferry and Co
Return from their tour
They are ten color TVs
Rosie thinks, like Noah
Then she packs it all up
Pays, counts and settles the goods

That's crazy
She really did it
Tonight in this long night
That's crazy
He-Y-e
Tonight in this long night
He-Y-e
In this night shift
Ha-Y-a
In this long night
That's crazy
She really did it
Tonight in this long night
Because tonight is night shift
Night shift
Night shift