Текст и перевод песни Niedeckens BAP - Zosamme alt (Live From Kölner Philharmonie, Germany / 2014)

Zosamme alt (Live From Kölner Philharmonie, Germany / 2014)

Schließlich woor dä Herbst jekumme,
Plötzlich stund e vüür dä Düür,
Noh ′nem endlos lange Sommer,
Enn dämm allerhand passiert.
Vun 'nem Kohkopp, dä durchleuchtet weed
Un ′nem D-Zoch, dä durch Städte fährt,
Bess zo 'ner fussje Katz
Un 'nem lejendäre jrööne Kleid.
Vum Oleander, dä wohl ständig blöht
Un dämm Woot, dat Jott allein jehööt,
Bess zo ′nem Kompass, dä nit funktioniert
Un ′ner Stemm, die durch Labyrinthe führt
Sie ess et Beste, wat ihm je passiert ess.
Dat weiß e janz jenau, op jede Fall.
Un su wie't ussieht, weed dä Troubadour jetz
Met singem Schutzengel zosamme alt.
Es ess nit immer alles rund jelaufe.
Noh zwei Johrzehnte och zovill verlangk.
Doch Schwalve kann mer nit für blöd verkaufe,
Jott sei Dank!
Et joov kei′ Driehbooch, keine Airback,
Kein Leitplank un kein Jarantie.
Wenn 'e och nit immer woss, wo′t langjing,
Jetz weiss'et, sujar wie.
Hä weiss, hä′ss unvollständig ohne sie
Un dat mir all enorm zerbrechlich sinn,
Dat et birchaffwärts flöcker jeht,
Un dat nit eez sick dämm Novembermorje,
Ahn dämm die Uhr stillsteht.
Vun ihm uss kann dä Winter ir'ndwann kumme.
Doch eins nohm andre, un op keine Fall
Muss mer dat övverstürze, eez ens weed e'
Met singem Engel höösch zosamme alt.
Sie ess et Beste, wat ihm je passiert ess.
Dat weiß e janz jenau, op jede Fall.
Un su wie′t ussieht, weed dä Troubadour jetz
Met singem Engel höösch zosamme alt.

Together we grow old (Live From Kölner Philharmonie, Germany / 2014)

Finally, autumn came,
Suddenly, it was standing at the door,
After an endlessly long summer,
In which all sorts of things happened.
A head-shaped light bulb
A passenger train passing through cities,
To a footless cat
And a legendary green dress.
Oleander, which probably always blooms
And the word that belongs to God alone,
A compass that doesn't work
And a voice that leads through labyrinths.
She is the best thing that ever happened to him.
He knows that very well, in any case.
And as it looks, the troubadour will now
Grow old with his guardian angel.
Not everything around him always went around.
Even two decades later, you are asking for too much.
But you can't sell swallows for fools,
Thank God!
There was no shoulder guide, no airbag,
No guard rail and no guarantee.
If he did not always know where he was going,
Now he knows it, even clearly.
He knows he is incomplete without her
And that we are all incredibly fragile,
That it goes faster going downhill,
And not just on that November morning,
When the clock stops.
He doesn't care when winter comes.
But one thing after another, and in no case
Do we have to rush this, now it will be
Lovely to grow old together with his angel.
She is the best thing that ever happened to him.
He knows that very well, in any case.
And as it looks, the troubadour will now
Grow old together with his guardian angel.