Текст и перевод песни Wolfgang Ambros - I bin miad

I bin miad

A Auto foat untn voabei
I hea a Plottn von de Doors
I sitz vua meina Schreibmaschin
I glaub a Volkswogn woas
I kennt jetzt fuatgeh ins Kaffeehaus
Oba na, duat san de söbn Leit wia gestern
Und de sich i muagn a
I wü schlofn weu i bin miad
Oba bevua i schlofn geh schreib i no a Liad

Und de Gedaunkn, se kumman
Vaschwimmen und gengan wieda fuat
I miaßat jetzt eigentlich schiffn gehn
Oba i sitz grod so guat
Waun i ma des jetzt aufschreibat
Wos i ma grod denk
I denk noch wos i meiner Mutta
Heier zu Weihnochtn schenk
I sitz do und i bin miad
Und i glaub net
Dass aus dem Liad heite no wos wiad

I hob de Plottn umdraht
Und denk ma, heast wos denen ois eifoit
I steh auf und moch des Fensta zua
Weu jetzt wiad ma scho koit
Da Wind geht draußn und waht a Zeitungsstandl um
Untn geht a Bsoffana und fluacht
Der wiad scho wissen warum
I geh schlofn, weu i bin miad
Und i schlof und i dram
I dram von an Liad

I'm tired

A car drives past below
I hear a record by The Doors
I sit at my typewriter
I think a Volkswagen knows
I could go to the coffeehouse now
But no, the same people are there as yesterday
And I'll see them again tomorrow
I want to sleep because I'm tired
But before I go to sleep I'll write a song

And the thoughts, they come
Fade away and then come back again
I should actually go to bed now
But I'm sitting here so comfortably
When I write down what I think
I'm just thinking
I'm thinking about what I should get my mother
For Christmas this year
I'm sitting here and I'm tired
And I don't think
That anything will come of this song tonight

I turned the record over
And I think to myself, what ideas come to these people
I get up and close the window
Because now I'm getting cold
The wind blows outside and overturns a newspaper stand
A drunk man walks by downstairs and curses
He must know why
I go to sleep, because I'm tired
And I sleep and I dream
I dream of a song