Текст и перевод песни Ostbahn-Kurti & Die Chefpartie - Zuckagoschal

Zuckagoschal

I man des ewige Zigeunan
Hod irgendwann sei End
Ma braucht wos, wo ma hingheat
De eiganan vier Waend
I wea nimma vue jünga
Schau heit scho oid gnua aus
So dass ma irgendwann sogn kunnt
I wü nua no z'haus

Und durt waast mei Zuckagoschal
Und i waa dei Bussibär
Mia tatn gmiadlich oid und blad wern
Heast wos brauch ma mehr
Heast wos brauch ma mehr

Und i hob von ollas gnua hobt
Auf des a andrer ewig wart
Hob eing'schenkt bis zum Umfalln
Hob bei nix und niemand g'spoat
Heit hama unsan Garten
Und der is volla Gladiolen
I hätt am Donnerstag mein Stammtisch
Du tatst mi uma elfe holen

Weu mia gengan zeitlich schlafen
Und mia stengan zeitlich auf
I war der Schwedenrätsel-Kaiser
Und du warst auf Stricken drauf

Und durt waast mei Zuckagoschal
Und i waa dei Bussibär
Mia tatn gmiadlich oid und blad wern
Heast wos brauch ma mehr
Heast wos brauch ma mehr

Woch auf im Bus und draußt
Ziagns grod Wels vuabei
Und i waaß glei: Wos woa
Des kann ned sei
Mia zwa, des woa vua hundert Joa
Auf amoi fallt ma ein
I wea weida Zigeunan
Weu i nix aunders kann
Du schickst jedes Joa a Kartn
Posit! A von dein Mann

Is lang her, dass ma glaubt ham
A Nocht lang oda zwa
Mia ham uns, mia hom ois
De Wod is winzig klaa

Und du warst mei Zuckagoschal
Und i war dei Bussibär
Mia warn gmiadlich oid und blad wern
Heast wos brauch ma mehr
Heast wos brauch ma mehr

Und du warst mei Zuckagoschal
Und i war dei Bussibär
Mia warn gmiadlich oid und blad wern
Heast wos brauch ma mehr
Heast wos brauch ma mehr

Sugar Mouth

Sometimes I feel this eternal Gypsy
Will eventually come to an end
We need something to call home
Our own four walls
I'm not getting any younger
In fact, I already look old enough
So that some day I can say,
I just want to be home

And then you will be my sugar mouth
And I will be your sugar lips
We'll grow old and grey together
Hey, what more do we need
Hey, what more do we need

And I've had enough of everything
That others eternally wait for
I've poured myself to the point of collapse
I haven't spared on anything or anyone
Now we have our garden
And it's full of gladioli
I would have my regular's table on Thursday
You would come and get me around eleven

Because we go to bed early
And we get up early
I was the crossword puzzle champion
And you were a knitting whiz

And then you will be my sugar mouth
And I will be your sugar lips
We'll grow old and grey together
Hey, what more do we need
Hey, what more do we need

Wake up on the bus and outside
They're just pulling up to Wels
And I know right away: What was
Can't be
The two of us, that was a hundred years ago
Suddenly it occurs to me,
I'll continue being a Gypsy
Because I can't do anything else
Every year you send a postcard
Merry Christmas! From your husband

It's been a long time since we believed
One night or two
We had each other, we had everything
The world is awfully small

And you will be my sugar mouth
And I will be your sugar lips
We'll grow old and grey together
Hey, what more do we need
Hey, what more do we need

And you will be my sugar mouth
And I will be your sugar lips
We'll grow old and grey together
Hey, what more do we need
Hey, what more do we need