Текст и перевод песни S.T.S. - Furstenfeld (Live)

Furstenfeld (Live)

Langsam find't der Tag sei End und die Nacht beginnt
In der Kärtnerstrass'n do singt aner "Blowing in the wind"
Hat a greanes Röckerl an, steht da ganz verlorn
Und der Steffl der schaut owi auf den oarmen Steirerbuam
Der hat woll'n sei Glück probiern in der grossen fremden Stadt
Hat glaubt sei Musik bringt eam aufs Rennbahnexpress-Titelblatt
Aus der Traum zerplatzt wia Seifenblosn nix is blieb'n
Ois wia a paar Schilling in seim Gitarrenkoffer drin
Wochenlang steh i scho do
Wochenlang plog i mi o
I spuil mia die Finger wund
Und sing sogor "Do kummt die Sunn"
Doch es is zum narrisch wern
Kaner will mi singen hearn
Langsam kriag i wirklich gnua
I frog mi wos i do dua
Da geht den ganzen Tag der Wind
Nix ois Baustelln das ka Mensch wos find
Die Burenhäut'ln san ein Graus
Und im Kaffeehaus brennst di aus
I will wieder ham, fühl mi do so allan
I brauch ka grosse Welt, i will ham nach Fürstenfeld
In der Zeitung da ham'S gschriem
Da gibts a Szene do muasst hin
Was die wolln des soin die schreim
Mia ka de Szene g'stoin bleim
Da geh i gestern ins U4
Fangt a Diandl a zum redn mit mir
Schwoarze Lipp'n grüne Hoar
Do kannst ja Angst kriang wirklich woahr
I will wieder ham, fühl mi do so allan
I brauch ka grosse Welt, i will ham nach Fürstenfeld
Niemals spiel i mehr in Wien
Wien hat mi gor ned verdient
I spiel höchstens no in Graz
Sinabelkirchen und Stinatz
I brauch kan Gürtel i brauch kan Ring
I will z'ruck hintern Semmering
I brauch nur des bissl Göid
Für die Fahrt nach Fürstenfeld
I will wieder ham, fühl mi do so allan
I brauch ka grosse Welt, i will ham nach Fürstenfeld
I will wieder ham, fühl mi do so allan
I brauch ka grosse Welt, i will ham nach Fürstenfeld

Furstenfeld (Live)

The day is slowly coming to an end and the night begins
In Kärtnerstrasse, one sings "Blowing in the Wind"
He is wearing a green jacket, standing there all forlorn
And the St. Stephen's Cathedral looks down on the poor Styrian boy
He wanted to try his luck in the big, foreign city
He thought his music would bring him to the cover of Rennbahnexpress
The dream bursts like a soap bubble, nothing left
Only a few schillings in his guitar case
I have been standing here for weeks
I have been struggling for weeks
I play until my fingers are sore
And even sing "Here Comes the Sun"
But it is ridiculous
Nobody wants to hear me sing
I'm slowly getting really fed up
I am asking myself what I am doing here
There is wind all day long
Nothing but construction site, no one finds anything
The farmer girls are atrocious
And in the coffee house you burn yourself out
I want to go home, I feel so alone here
I don't need the big city, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld
In the newspaper they wrote
There is a scene there you have to go to
What they mean by that, they could tell me
The scene can't stand me
Yesterday I entered the U4
A girl started talking to me
Black lips, green hair
You could really get scared, really
I want to go home, I feel so alone here
I don't need the big city, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld
I will never play in Vienna again
Vienna doesn't deserve me at all
At most I'll play in Graz
Sinabelkirchen and Stinatz
I don't need a belt, I don't need a ring
I want to go back behind the Semmering
I just need that little bit of money
For the trip to Fürstenfeld
I want to go home, I feel so alone here
I don't need the big city, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld
I want to go home, I feel so alone here
I don't need the big city, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld