Tagwache - Live aus dem Wiener Weststadion / 1983 - Wolfgang Ambros перевод на английский

Tagwache - Live aus dem Wiener Weststadion / 1983

Links um, rechts um schallt es schroff
über den Kasernenhof
Grau in grau wohin i schau.
Und Ana, a gaunz a Klaner,
Der schreit und wird immer länger
Und er schreit und er schreit und er schreit und schreit
Bis eam die Aug'n wie Topfennockerl ausehäng'n
Jojo in Zivü, do war er net vü,
Owa beim Militär do is er wer.
Jojo in Zivü, do war er net vü,
Owa beim Militär do is er wer,
Ja do is er hoid wer!
Im Gleichschritt muasst sogar zum Essen geh'n,
A hoibe Stund' laung Schlangen steh'n.
Es is so wie im Häf'n.
Drum hebt's die Hand zum Kappenrand,
Wir leb'n in an schänen, in an schänen freien Land.
Jo und do gibt's so Weh, die leb'n a no von dem Schmäh
Jo und do gibt's so Weh,
Die leb'n a no von dem Schmäh.
Jojo in Zivü, do warn's net vü,
Do warn's net vü,
Owa beim Militär, do sans jetzt wer,
Jo do sans jetzt wer.
Jojo in Zivü, do warn's net vü,
Do warn's net vü,
Owa jetzt beim Militär, do sans hoit wer,
Jo do sans hoit wer.
Mit'n G'wehr und mit'm Sturmgepäck,
Liegst an hoiben Tag im Dreck,
Weils da Lü hoit so wü.
DECKEN! Platsch, und schon wieder liegst im Gatsch, owa wos, wos is der Herr Minister,
Jo wos is a schon und wos kaun er no werd'n,
Geg'n an völlig fett'n Abrüster, I sog: "Auf Wiederschaun meine Herrn und jetzt hobts mi gern.
Jojo in Zivü, des is a Gfüh,
Jo des is a Gfüh,
Und nimma mehr beim Militär
Und nimma mehr beim Militär. Jeahjeah
Jojo in Zivü, des is a Gfüh,
A leiwandes Gfüh,
Und nimma mehr beim Militär
Und nimma mehr beim Militär.
Es is so leiwand.
Wiederschaun meine Herr'n!
Mit mir kennts nimma plär'n,
Und i Pfeif auf eure Stern.
Hab't Acht, rechts um, im Schritt Marsch
Links zwo drei vier, links zwo drei vier,
Links zwo drei vier, links zwo drei vier.

Tagwache - Live from the Vienna West Stadium / 1983

Left turn, right turn, it rings out harshly
over the barracks yard
Grey in grey wherever I look.
And Ana, a little one,
Who screams and gets longer and longer
And he screams and he screams and he screams and he screams
Until his eyes hang out like dumplings
Jojo in civilian clothes, he wasn't much then,
But in the military he is someone.
Jojo in civilian clothes, he wasn't much then,
But in the military he is someone,
Yes, he is someone there!
You even have to march to the mess hall,
Standing in line for half an hour.
It's like in prison.
So raise your hand to the brim of your cap,
We live in a beautiful, a beautiful free country.
Oh, and there are such wimps who still live by that crap
Oh, and there are such wimps,
Who still live by that crap.
Jojo in civilian clothes, they weren't much then,
They weren't much,
But now in the military, they are someone,
Yes, they are someone now.
Jojo in civilian clothes, they weren't much then,
They weren't much,
But now in the military, they are someone after all,
Yes, they are someone after all.
With your rifle and your assault backpack,
You lie in the dirt for half a day,
Because up there the bosses do as they please.
TAKE COVER! Splash, and again you're lying in the mud, but well, well, what is the minister,
Oh, what is he anyway and what can he become,
Compared to a totally fat pacifist, I say: "Goodbye my lords and now you love me more.
Jojo in civilian clothes, that's a feeling,
Yes, that's a feeling,
And no more in the military
And no more in the military. Yeah, yeah
Jojo in civilian clothes, that's a feeling,
A beautiful feeling,
And no more in the military
And no more in the military.
It is so beautiful.
Goodbye, my lords!
You can't shout at me anymore,
And I don't care about your stars.
Attention, right turn, march
Left one two three four, left one two three four,
Left one two three four, left one two three four.