Текст и перевод песни Miljö - Liebesleed

Liebesleed

Wie off wor ich ne Raeuber?
Wie off wollt ich schon ze fooss noh Koelle jonn?
Wie off droch die Hymne mich ins Stadion?
Wo Sproche am Engk sin, fange Leeder an.

Dat es e Liebesleed foer die
Liebesleeder die stonn, selvs wenn mer nit mih sin.
Dat es Sympathie foer die Poesie, die uns he op alle zick verbingk.

Wie off wor ich Koelle?
Wie off sung ich vun Pirat un koelsche
Jung und vum Veedel wo mer all zesamme stonn?
Wo Woerter nit helfe, hilf nur Melodie.

Dat es e Liebesleed foer die
Liebesleeder die stonn, selvs wenn mer nit mih sin.
Dat es Sympathie foer die Poesie, die uns he op alle zick verbingk.

Weil die ahl Frau Schmitz om Finsterbrett noh Platz haett.
Weil die Huescher schunkle bunt om Aldermaat.
Weil am Eigelstein de Musik niemols uss
Jeiht, stonn mer jedes Johr mim Troemmelche parat.

Dat es e Liebesleed foer die
Liebesleeder die stonn, selvs wenn mer nit mih sin.
Dat es Sympathie foer die Poesie, die uns he op alle zick verbingk.

Dat es e Liebesleed foer die
Liebesleeder die stonn, selvs wenn mer nit mih sin.
Dat es Sympathie foer die Poesie, die uns he op alle zick verbingk.

Love Song

How often have I been a robber?
How often have I wanted to walk to Cologne?
How often has the anthem carried me into the stadium?
Where languages end, songs begin.

This is a love song for you
Love songs that stand, even when we are no more.
This is sympathy for the poetry that has always connected us.

How often have I been Cologne?
How often have I sung about pirates and Cologne?
About the young people and the neighborhood where we all stand together?
Where words fail, only melody helps.

This is a love song for you
Love songs that stand, even when we are no more.
This is sympathy for the poetry that has always connected us.

Because old Mrs. Schmitz needs space at the windowsill.
Because the houses sway colorfully at the Aldermaat.
Because the music on Eigelstein never goes out
Every year we stand ready with our drums.

This is a love song for you
Love songs that stand, even when we are no more.
This is sympathy for the poetry that has always connected us.

This is a love song for you
Love songs that stand, even when we are no more.
This is sympathy for the poetry that has always connected us.