Текст и перевод песни Paveier - Kritt die Fott och langsam Falde

Kritt die Fott och langsam Falde

Kritt die Fott och langsam Falde

Sibbzehn Jahr, blondes Haar, jo, dat wor wunderbar. Es längs nit mih.
Die paar Zibbelche om Kopp räjen mich jetz nit mih op, cèst la vie.
Sulang et Bierche noch schmeck un af un zo en Zijarett,
Do hät dat met däm Löffel doch noch Zick...

...Kritt die Fott och schon langsam
Falde, määt et Levve doch immer noch Spaß.
Dä Humor muß du stets behalde. Un unsre Löffel, dä jevve mer nit af.

Jede Wäch hät e Äng, irjend wann do dun ding Zäng et och nit mih.
Doch wemmer vürsichtich käut, d
O wees de sin, dat et jei-t dann irgend wie
Su lang et Sönnche noch schingk un de
Musik joot kling, denke mer noch lang nit aan et
Letzte Hemp.

...Kritt die Fott och schon langsam
Falde, määt et Levve doch immer noch Spaß.
Dä Humor muß du stets behalde. Un unsre Löffel, dä jevve mer nit af.

Striding Along and Gradually Stumbling

Striding Along and Gradually Stumbling

Seventeen years old, blonde hair, yeah, that was wonderful. It's not like that anymore.
The few remaining strands on my head don't really bother me anymore, c'est la vie.
As long as the beer still tastes good and the occasional cigarette,
There's still time for that spoon...

...Striding along and gradually
Stumbling, life′s still fun.
You must always keep your sense of humor. And we're not giving up our spoons.

Every day has an end, eventually your teeth will give out too.
But if we chew carefully, you
See, it somehow works out in the end.
As long as the sun still shines and the
Music sounds good, we're not thinking about the
End yet.

...Striding along and gradually
Stumbling, life′s still fun.
You must always keep your sense of humor. And we're not giving up our spoons.