Текст и перевод песни Stefan Dettl - Des Bassd Ned

Des Bassd Ned

Drah di numoi um, lass di vo vorn seng,
Ham scho ewig lang koam Mensch de Hand gem,
Gengan kaum mehr aus ihrm Haisl naus.
Siehgst'as dann vo vorn miasns di oseng,
Ham scho ewig lang koam Mensch de Hand gem,
Gengan kaum mehr no aus ihrm Haisl naus.

Füa gloane Leit wia di und mi de moanan si san dro,
Füa unsan suppa guadn Chef der vor uns ned lacha ko,
Füan Bürgermoasta, dass er seine Spezln um si ham ko,
Füa unsa scheenes Land!
Des basst ned!

Füan Pfarrer, dass er trotz seim Lebm a saubre Chefin hom ko,
Füa riesen Deppn, di gern hättn, aber ohne Kondom,
Füa geile Weiber, dass ihr uns a rosa Schürzl umhängts,
Füa bleede Manna, dass ihr...
Des basst ned!
Des basst ned!

Schau di Groußn o, wia si di ofeng,
Tretn numoi zua, wenn oa im Dreck lieng.
Hob von earna dickn Wampen gnua!
Stei i mi dann hi miassn's mi oseng,
Blinzl earna zua a wenns mi ned meng,
Hob von earna dicken Wampen gnua!

Füa gloane Leit wia di und mi de moanan si san dro,
Füa unsan suppa guadn Chef der vor uns ned lacha ko,
Füan Bürgermoasta, dass er seine Spezln um si ham ko,
Füa unsa scheenes Land!
Des basst ned!

Füan Pfarrer, dass er trotz seim Lebm a saubre Chefin hom ko,
Füa riesen Deppn, di gern hättn, aber ohne Kondom,
Füa geile Weiber, dass ihr uns a rosa Schürzl umhängts,
Füa bleede Manna, dass ihr...
Des basst ned!
Des basst ned!

It's Not Right

My dear, let me tell you something,
People have stopped shaking each other's hands,
Hardly even leaving their houses.
You can tell by looking at their faces,
People have stopped shaking each other's hands,
Hardly even leaving their houses.

For little people like you and me they think themselves better,
For our great, good boss who never laughs in front of us,
For the mayor, so his cronies can be around him,
For our beautiful homeland!
It's not right!

For priests, that they can have a nice mistress despite their vows,
For huge jerks, who want some but without a condom,
For horny women, that you hang a pink apron on us,
For stupid men, that you...
It's not right!
It's not right!

Look at the bigwigs, as they push you,
Go right ahead, when one of them is down in the mud.
I've had enough of their fat bellies!
Then I stand up straight and I have to spite them,
I wink at them even if they don't like it,
I've had enough of their fat bellies!

For little people like you and me they think themselves better,
For our great, good boss who never laughs in front of us,
For the mayor, so his cronies can be around him,
For our beautiful homeland!
It's not right!

For priests, that they can have a nice mistress despite their vows,
For huge jerks, who want some but without a condom,
For horny women, that you hang a pink apron on us,
For stupid men, that you...
It's not right!
It's not right!