Текст и перевод песни S.T.S. - Guate alte Zeit

Guate alte Zeit

Wann i monches mol so red mit dir, dann glaub i a Urgroßvoda steht vor mia, der wos olle Leit mit seine Gschichten quölt, nur von da guaden olten Zeit erzöhlt.
Wal noch zwa Ochteln, oda drei, dann sagst mia jedes Mol, für di is eh scho olles vorbei.
Früha, da wors klass und wunderboa.
Nua wird's holt nie mehr sein wia's früha woa.
Wos kniast'n nieda vor da Vergangenheit?
Sie kummt ned wieda dei guade olde Zeit.
I hea imma es is olles zu spät.
Aus und vorbei das überhaupt nix mehr geht.
Es hot kan Sinn, dass ma no was probiert.
Wonn ma scho vurher was, dass nix drauß wird.
Wos kniast'n nieda vor da Vergangenheit.
Sie kummt ned wieda dei guade olde Zeit.
Du jammerst mei die Zeit vergeht holt so schnell.
Drum haust di scheinbar jedn Abend ins Öl.
Und das wirst traurig, dann wirst raviat.
Und du tuast da sölba gor so lad.
Gib da an Tritt, kumm und moch wieda mit.
Schau ned so stumpf, kumm außa aus deim Sumpf.
Mein Gott, wos worsd du für einwüda Hund?
Jetzt bist bold reif fürn Kammerattschaftsbund.
Wos kiastn nieda vur da Vergangenheit?
Sie kummt ned wieda dei guade olde Zeit.
Was kniastn nieda vur da Vergangenheit?
Sie kummt ned wieda dei guade olde Zeit.

Guate alte Zeit

When I sometimes talk to you like this, I feel like a great-grandfather stands before me, who bores everyone with his stories, who only tells about the good old times.
Because after two or three pints, you always tell me, for you it's all over anyway.
Back then, it was classy and wonderful.
But it will unfortunately never be the same again.
Why do you kneel down in front of the past?
Your good old times will never come back.
I always hear that it is too late for everything.
Over and out, nothing works at all anymore.
There is no point in trying anything.
Because we already know beforehand that nothing will come of it.
Why do you kneel down in front of the past?
Your good old times will never come back.
You complain that time goes by so fast.
That's why you apparently get drunk every night.
And you get sad, and then you get angry.
And you do yourself in.
Give yourself a kick, come on and join in again.
Don't look so dull, get out of your swamp.
My God, what a pitiful dog you have become!
Now you are almost ready for the veterans' association.
Why do you kneel down in front of the past?
Your good old times will never come back.
Why do you kneel down in front of the past?
Your good old times will never come back.