Текст и перевод песни Simone Sommerland feat. Karsten Glück & Die Kita-Frösche - Auf de schwäbsche Eisebahne

Auf de schwäbsche Eisebahne

Auf de schwäbsche Eisebahne
Gibt's gar viele Haltstatione:
Schtuegart, Ulm, ond Biberach,
Mekkebeure, Durlesbach.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Schtugart, Ulm, ond Biberach,
Mekkebeure, Durlesbach.

Auf de schwäbsche Eisebahne
Gibt's au viele Restauratione,
Wo mer ess' ond trinka ka',
Alles, was der Mage ma'.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Wo mer ess' ond trinka ka',
Alles, was der Mage ma'.

Auf de schwäbsche Eisebahne
Braucht ma keine Postillone.
Was uns sonst das Posthorn blies,
Pfeifet jetzt die Lokomotiv.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Was uns sonst das Posthorn blies,
Pfeifet jetzt die Lokomotiv.

Auf de schwäbsche Eisebahne
Könne Küh' ond Ochse fahre,
D'Studente fahre erste Klass*,
S'mache das halt nur zum Spaß.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
D'Studente fahre erste Klass,
S'mache das halt nur zum Spaß.
*Oder: Büeble, Mädle, Weib, ond Ma,
Kurzum alls, was zahla ka.

Wenn e Glöckle tut erklinge,
Tän glei älle z'samme springe.
Älles, was e Karte hot,
Möcht jetzt mit dem Bahnzug fort.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Älles, was e Karte hot,
Möcht jetzt mit dem Bahnzug fort.

Männer, die im G'sicht ganz bärtig,
Schreiet laut: "Jetzt ist es fertig"
Springet in die Wage nei,
Machet Löchle in d'Karte nei.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Springet in die Wage nei,
Machet Löchle in d'Karte nei.

Auf de schwäbsche Eisebahne
Wollt emol e Bäuerle fahre,
Geht an Schalter, lupft de Hut:
"Oi Billettle, seid so gut!"
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Geht an Schalter, lupft de Hut:
"Oi Billettle, seid so gut!"

Einen Bock* hat er si kaufet
Ond daß er ihm net entlaufet,
Bindet ihn der gute Ma,
Hinte an de Wage na.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Bindet ihn der gute Ma,
Hinte an de Wage na.
*Oder: Eine Geiß

"Böckle, tu nuer woidle springe,
Z'fresse werd i dir scho bringe."
Zündt sei stinkichs Pfeifle a,
Hockt si zu sei'm Weible na.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Zündt sei stinkichs Pfeifle a,
Hockt si zu sei'm Weible na.

Wia der Zug no wieder staut,
D'r Bauer noch sei'm Böckle schaut,
Find't er bloß no Kopf ond Seil
An dem hintre Wagedoil.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Find't er bloß no Kopf ond Seil
An dem hintre Wageteil.

Do kriegt er en große Zorne
Nimmt de Kopf mitsamt dem Horne,
Schmeißt en, was er schmeiße ka,
Den Konduktör an Schädel na.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Schmeißt en, was er schmeiße ka,
Den Konduktör an Schädel na.

"So, jetz kannsch de Schade zahle,
Warum bisch so schnell au gfahre!
Du alloi bisch schuld do dra,
Daß i d' Goiß verlaure ha!"
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Du alloi bisch schuld do dra,
Daß i d' Goiß verlaure ha!"

Des isch des Lied von sellem Baure,
Der de Geißbock hat verlaure.
Geißbock ond sei traurigs End:
Himmel Schtuegart Sapperment.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Geißbock ond sei traurigs End:
Himmel Schtuegart Sapperment.

So jetzt wär des Liedle g'songe,
Hot's euch reacht in d'Ohre klonge,
Wer's no net begreife ka,
Fang's noemol von vorne a!
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Wer's no net begreife ka,
Fang's noemol von vorne a!

On the Swabian Railway

On the Swabian railway
There are many stopping stations:
Stuttgart, Ulm, and Biberach,
Meckenbeuren, Durlesbach.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Stuttgart, Ulm, and Biberach,
Meckenbeuren, Durlesbach.

On the Swabian railway
There are also many restaurants,
Where you can eat and drink,
Everything your stomach desires.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Where you can eat and drink,
Everything your stomach desires.

On the Swabian railway
You don't need any postilions.
What the post horn used to blow for us,
The locomotive whistles now.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
What the post horn used to blow for us,
The locomotive whistles now.

On the Swabian railway
Cows and oxen can ride,
Students travel first class*,
They just do it for fun.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Students travel first class,
They just do it for fun.
*Or: Boys, girls, women, and men,
In short, everyone who can pay.

When a bell rings,
Then everyone jumps together.
Everything that has a ticket,
Wants to go with the train now.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Everything that has a ticket,
Wants to go with the train now.

Men with full beards,
Shout loudly: "Now it's done"
Jump into the car,
Make holes in the tickets.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Jump into the car,
Make holes in the tickets.

On the Swabian railway
A farmer once wanted to ride,
Goes to the counter, lifts his hat:
"One ticket, please!"
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Goes to the counter, lifts his hat:
"One ticket, please!"

He bought himself a billy goat*
And so that he wouldn't run away,
The good man ties him,
To the back of the car.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
The good man ties him,
To the back of the car.
*Or: A nanny goat

"Billy goat, just jump wildly,
I'll bring you something to eat."
Lights his smelly pipe,
Sits down next to his wife.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Lights his smelly pipe,
Sits down next to his wife.

When the train stops again,
The farmer looks for his billy goat,
He finds only the head and rope
On the rear carriage hook.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
He finds only the head and rope
On the rear carriage hook.

Then he gets very angry
Takes the head with the horns,
Throws it as hard as he can,
At the conductor's head.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Throws it as hard as he can,
At the conductor's head.

"Now you can pay for the damage,
Why did you drive so fast!
It's all your fault,
That I lost my goat!"
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
It's all your fault,
That I lost my goat!"

This is the song of that farmer,
Who lost his billy goat.
Billy goat and its sad end:
Good heavens Stuttgart, Sapperment.
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
Billy goat and its sad end:
Good heavens Stuttgart, Sapperment.

So now the song is sung,
Did it sound good in your ears,
If you don't understand it,
Start again from the beginning!
Trulla, rulla, rullala,
Rulla, rulla, rullala,
If you don't understand it,
Start again from the beginning!