Текст и перевод песни Patent Ochsner - Herr Flühmann

Herr Flühmann

Über ihn macht mäh sich gärn e chli luschtig
Sie meine är heig nüm aui Tasse im Schrank
U sie schmunzle wenn sie mit ihm redä oder sie brüehle
Aber mit sim nöiä höhrgrätli ghört er so guet wie aues wenn er wot
Jedä Morge nachem ufstah hockt er häre i dä sässu wo so aut isch wie er
Zündet sich sis zmorge a u breitet d tageszitig us
Churz vorem mittag chunnt d schwiegertochter u wärmt ihm d räschte vom vortag oder chochet ihm e bütelisuppe
Er luegt nid uf gueti Maniere wenn er isst es hocket eh nie öper am Tisch wo s chönnt störe das er schlürflet u schmanzet
U es isch ihm glich das er ging alleini isst er gniessts sogar nennts dr zwöit früehlig mit de dritte zähng

So gseht e Tag us bim Herr Flüehmä
Öb d Sunne schiint öbs schiffet oder schneit
Es weisses niemer eso guet wie dr Herr Flüehmä
Dass d Zit springt aber glich nid vergeit

När gönnt er sich e Inkarom Kafi woner mängisch miteme Schüssli Kirsch verfineret
Lost "Rendez-vous am Mittag" usem Transischterradio u macht när es chlises Mittagsschläfli
Am Namittag sträut er die paar dünne wiise Härrli wonim no si blibe vom linke zum rächte ohr
Schwümmt es paar Längine im Pitralon u macht sich uf d Wäut ga ds erobere wiener so schön seit
Vier oder füf Statione mitem Tram bis ads Änd vo dr Stadt u när wieder zrüg däm seit er Usflug

So gseht e Tag us bim Herr Flüehmä
Öb d Sunne schiint öbs schiffet oder schneit
Es weisses niemer e so guet wie dr Herr Flüehmä
Dass d Zit springt aber glich nid vergeit

Jedä Abe hockt er häre i dä Sässu wo so au isch wie er u zündet sich sis Znacht a
Er suecht im Amtsblatt i de Todesazeige nach bekannte Näme
Aber das chunnt nume no säute vor
När spüut er sini Bluetdrucktablette miteme Glesli Rote abe
Nimmt es Blofi u schribt e einzige Satz ufe Wandkalender wonim e Versicherigsgsellschaft het gschänkt
"Wed nid wosch das d Miuch suur wird de lasch sie gschider i dr Chueh

So gseht e Tag us bim Herr Flüehmä
Öb d Sunne schiint öbs schiffet oder schneit
Es weisses niemer eso guet wie dr Herr Flüehmä
Dass d Zit springt aber glich nid vergeit
Dass d Zit springt aber glich nid vergeit

Mr. Flühmann

They like to make a little fun of him
They say he's lost his marbles
And they smirk when they talk to him or yell
But with his new hearing aid, he can hear as well as anyone if he wants to
Every morning after getting up, he sits here in the armchair that's as old as him
Lights his morning cigarette and spreads out the daily newspaper
Shortly before noon, his daughter-in-law comes and warms up yesterday's leftovers or cooks him some instant soup
He doesn't care for good manners when he eats, there's never anyone at the table anyway who could be bothered by his slurping and smacking
And he doesn't mind that he eats alone, he even enjoys it, calls it his second spring with his third set of teeth

This is what a day looks like for Mr. Flühmann
Whether the sun shines, it rains or snows
No one knows it as well as Mr. Flühmann
That time flies but doesn't pass by

Then he treats himself to a chicory coffee, which he sometimes refines with a shot of Kirsch
Listens to "Rendez-vous at Noon" from the transistor radio and then takes a little nap
In the afternoon, he combs the few thin white hairs that he has left from his left to his right ear
Swims a few laps in Pitralon and sets off to conquer the world as he likes to say
Four or five stops by tram to the end of the city and then back again, that's what he calls an excursion

This is what a day looks like for Mr. Flühmann
Whether the sun shines, it rains or snows
No one knows it as well as Mr. Flühmann
That time flies but doesn't pass by

Every evening he sits here in the armchair that's as old as him and lights his dinner cigarette
He searches the obituary notices in the official gazette for familiar names
But that only happens rarely now
Then he takes his blood pressure pills with a glass of red wine
Grabs a pen and writes a single sentence on the wall calendar that an insurance company gave him
"If you don't want the milk to turn sour, you better leave it in the cow"

This is what a day looks like for Mr. Flühmann
Whether the sun shines, it rains or snows
No one knows it as well as Mr. Flühmann
That time flies but doesn't pass by
That time flies but doesn't pass by