Текст и перевод песни LaBrassBanda - Africa

Africa

I lieg in meim bett, es is 1987
I bin 6 jahr, hab de nacht umme bracht
Ziag de duckat num moi hoch
Schee warm, guad nacht
Dmam schreit steh auf
Sonst krachts

Guad i raff mi auf
I schau zum fenster naus
Dspazn sand scho wach
I glab de lachan mi aus
Kimm reiss di zam
Ziag di o, werd scho
Dmam schreit
Kimm fuada doch an dackl no

I mach dhausdia zua
Da hund bellt, gib a ruah
Schmeiss sradl o
Da peter wart doch scho

Da kimmt da wast dazua
Hod zwar vom peter gnua
Er steht auf drosalind
Die mit de rollschuh kimmt

So is die gang komplett
Wenn i ins radl trett
Wir alle dauchan o
Lachan und gfrein uns scho
Auf unsern roten ladn
Der mitm roten wagn

Ahh i glab i tram
I kanns ned glam
Des is ned wahr
Da kloane rote ladn
Is nimma da

Da rote ladn is nimma da
Wir kennans ned glam und schaun uns o
De regale laar und de auslag weg
Und de guatlmaschine, scheissdreck
Und koa gummibärli und koan apfelring
Koa salamisemme mit an gurkerl drin
Koan kaugummi mehr unter dschuibank kleben
Wenns so weitergeht dann müss ma wie die streber leben

Wie war des schee und welche farbenpracht
Hat der kolonialwaren mayer in unseren ort neibracht
Alloa beim einegeh des scheene geräusch bling
Und dann a no die nette verkäuferin

Für uns ist des schuigeh oft a qual
Drum brauchen wir halt moi a unser ritual
Hoffentlich duats boid moi a neuer gschäftsmo probiern
Sonst wird die komplette 1. klass rebelliern

Ahh i glab i tram
I kanns ned glam
Des is ned wahr
Da kloane rote ladn
Is nimma da

Ahh i glab i tram
I kanns ned glam
Des is ned wahr
Da kloane rote ladn
Is nimma da

Ahh i glab i tram
I kanns ned glam
Des is ned wahr
Da kloane rote ladn
Is nimma da

Ahh i glab i tram
I kanns ned glam
Des is ned wahr
Da kloane rote ladn
Is nimma da

Ahh i glab i tram
I kanns ned glam
Des is ned wahr
Da kloane rote ladn
Is nimma da

Ahh i glab i tram
I kanns ned glam
Des is ned wahr
Da kloane rote ladn
Is nimma da

Ahh i glab i tram
I kanns ned glam
Des is ned wahr
Da kloane rote ladn
Is nimma da

Africa

I lie in my bed, it's 1987
I'm 6 years old, spent the night tossing and turning
Pull the duvet up high
Nice and warm, good night
Mom yells, "Get up!"
Otherwise there'll be trouble

Alright, I get myself up
I look out the window
The sparrows are already awake
I think they're laughing at me
Come on, pull yourself together
Get dressed, it'll be alright
Mom yells
"Go feed the dachshund too!"

I close the front door
The dog barks, "Be quiet!"
Throw the bike down
Peter's already waiting

Then Wastl comes along
He's had enough of Peter though
He's into Rosalinde
The one who comes with roller skates

So the gang is complete
When I pedal on my bike
We all zoom off
Laughing and already excited
For our little red shop
The one with the red wagon

Ahh, I think I'm dreaming
I can't believe it
This isn't real
The little red shop
Isn't there anymore

The little red shop isn't there anymore
We can't believe it and look at each other
The shelves are empty, the display gone
And the gumball machine, damn it!
And no gummy bears, no apple rings
No salami sticks with a pickle inside
No more chewing gum stuck under the school bench
If this continues, we'll have to live like the nerds

How beautiful it was, what a colorful sight
The colonial goods store Mayer brought to our town
Every time you entered, the beautiful sound "bling"
And then also the friendly saleswoman

For us, school is often a pain
That's why we need our ritual sometimes
Hopefully, a new shopkeeper will try soon
Otherwise, the entire 1st grade will rebel

Ahh, I think I'm dreaming
I can't believe it
This isn't real
The little red shop
Isn't there anymore

Ahh, I think I'm dreaming
I can't believe it
This isn't real
The little red shop
Isn't there anymore

Ahh, I think I'm dreaming
I can't believe it
This isn't real
The little red shop
Isn't there anymore

Ahh, I think I'm dreaming
I can't believe it
This isn't real
The little red shop
Isn't there anymore

Ahh, I think I'm dreaming
I can't believe it
This isn't real
The little red shop
Isn't there anymore

Ahh, I think I'm dreaming
I can't believe it
This isn't real
The little red shop
Isn't there anymore

Ahh, I think I'm dreaming
I can't believe it
This isn't real
The little red shop
Isn't there anymore