Текст и перевод песни Ostbahn-Kurti & Die Chefpartie - Haases Pflosta

Haases Pflosta

Da Fleck
In da Einfahrt
Schaut aus
Wia a eintrickats Bluat
Des woa da Müzriß
Heut noch viere
Da Schindler Bua
Hat an Anfall kriagt
Wegen nix
Wegn an foischn Wuat
Da Trafikant
Dazöht de Schlagzeiln
Ea woa auf sein′m Fenstaplotz
Mit dabei
Da Müzriß
Des woa a ka Guada
Oba des Schindler-Gfraßt
Hod scho ois Bua
Mit'm Flobertgwehr
Auf de Taubn gschossn
Und auf oide Leit

Na des Lebn is ka Spaß
Und des Pflosta is haß
Do, bei mia daham
Bei mia in da Gassn

Jo und do drübn
Do woa amoi a Repassierstubn
Dann späta
Da Frau Gerti ihr
Stricksalon
Jetzt gibt do a
Ewiche Studentin
Stunden
In Französisch
Und Griechisch
Gegn Aufpreis a
In an strengeren Ton
In ihrer Auslog schlogt
A Herz aus rote Liachta
Oba a Herz wia des
Schlogt do ned lang
Da Türk obn am Eck
Hod a miaßn zuasperrn
Sei Kebbab hams g′fressn
Nur eam haum's net woll'n
Weu er ned so woa
Wia ma is do am Grund

Na des Lebn is ka Spaß
Und des Pflosta is haß
Do bei mia daham
Bei mia in da Gassn

Heit fliagt a Fernseher
Aus′m Fensta
Weu de Vienna
Hod scho wieda valuan
Und wann da Schestak sei Oide
Birnt und beidlt
Daunn waßt es ist Samstog
Und noch ana Wochn Hockn
Hot er endlich Zeit
Fia sein eiganan Zurn

Na des Lebn is ka Spaß
Und des Pflosta is haß
Do bei mir daham
Bei mia in da Gassn

Na des Lebn is ka Spaß
Und des Pflosta is haß
Do bei mir daham
Bei mia in da Gassn

Haas's Pavement

The stain
In the driveway
Looks
Like dried blood
That was Müzriß
Four o'clock today
Schindler's boy
Had a fit
Over nothing
Over the wrong word
The newsagent
Is looking for the headlines
He was at his window seat
Also there
Müzriß
He wasn't a good one either
But that Schindler brat
Even as a boy
With a Flobert rifle
Shot at pigeons
And at old people

Well, life is no fun
And the pavement is hot
Here, at my place
In my street

And over there
There used to be a repair shop
Then later
Frau Gerti's
Knitting salon
Now there's an
Eternal student
Lessons
In French
And Greek
For a surcharge
In a stricter tone
A heart of red lights beats
In her display window
But a heart like that
Doesn't beat for long here
The Turk on the corner
Had to close down
They ate his kebab
But they didn't want him
Because he wasn't like
The way they are here on the ground

Well, life is no fun
And the pavement is hot
Here at my place
In my street

Today a TV is flying
Out the window
Because Vienna
Has lost again
And when Schestak's old lady
Burns and begs
Then you know it's Saturday
And after a week of boozing
He finally has time
For his own anger

Well, life is no fun
And the pavement is hot
Here at my place
In my street

Well, life is no fun
And the pavement is hot
Here at my place
In my street