Текст и перевод песни Wolfgang Ambros - Zwickt's mi (österr. Originalversion)

Zwickt's mi (österr. Originalversion)

Gestern fohr' I mit der Tramway Richtung Favoriten.
Draußen regn't's und drinnen stinkt's, und I steh in der Mitt'n.
Die Leit, ob's sitzen oder stengan, olle ham es fade Aug',
Und sicher net nur in der Tramway,
I glaub, des hom's 'n ganzen Tog, jo.
Im Wirtshaus triff I immer an, der waß Gott wos derzöhlt.
Er is' so reich, er is' so gut, er kennt die ganze Wölt.
In Wirklichkeit is' er a Sandler, hocknstat und dauernd fett,
Des letzte Weh in meine Augen, na, I pock eam net!
Zwickt's mi, I man I tram!
Des derf net wohr sein, wo samma daham?
Zwickt's mi, ganz wurscht wohin!
I kann's net glaub'n, ob I ang'soff'n bin?
Ober I glaub, da hülft ka Zwicken,
Könnt' ma net vielleicht irgendwer ane pick'n?
Danke, jetzt is' ma klor, es ist wohr, es ist wohr.
Die Jugend hat kein Ideal, kan Sinn für wohre Werte.
Den jungen Leuten geht's zu gut, sie kennen keine Härte!
So reden de, de nur in Op kräul'n,
Schmiergeld nehman, packeln tan,
Noch an Skandal daun pensioniert wer'n, kurz: a echtes Vurbüld san.
Zwickt's mi, I man I tram!
Des derf net wohr sein, wo samma daham?
Zwickt's mi, ganz wurscht wohin!
I kann's net glaub'n, ob I ang'soff'n bin?
Ober I glaub, da hülft ka Zwicken,
Könnt' ma net vielleicht irgendwer ane pick'n?
Danke, jetzt is' ma klor, es ist wohr, es ist wohr.
(Chor:)
Zwickt's mi, I man I tram!
Des derf net wohr sein, wo samma daham?
Zwickt's mi, ganz wurscht wohin!
I kann's net glaub'n, ob I ang'soff'n bin?
Ober I glaub, da hülft ka Zwicken,
Könnt' ma net vielleicht irgendwer ane pick'n?
Danke, jetzt is' ma klor, es ist wohr, es ist wohr.
Jo!

Zwickt's mi (Austrian original version)

I took the tram towards Favoriten yesterday.
It was raining outside and stinking inside, and I was stuck in the middle.
The people, whether sitting or standing, all had bored eyes,
And surely not only on the tram,
I think they have it the whole day, yes.
I always meet a guy in the pub, who knows God knows what.
He's so rich, he's so good, he knows the whole world.
In reality, he's a beggar, squat and always fat,
The last misery in my eyes, well, I don't hit him!
Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming!
This can't be true, where are we at home?
Pinch me, no matter where!
I can't believe it, am I drunk?
But I think, there's no use in pinching,
Could we not perhaps pick someone?
Thank you, now it's clear to me, it's true, it's true.
The youth has no ideal, no sense of true values.
The young people are too well off, they don't know any hardship!
That's how they talk, the ones who only scratch their heads,
Can take bribes, pack,
Then retire after a scandal, in short: be a real role model.
Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming!
This can't be true, where are we at home?
Pinch me, no matter where!
I can't believe it, am I drunk?
But I think, there's no use in pinching,
Could we not perhaps pick someone?
Thank you, now it's clear to me, it's true, it's true.
(Chorus:)
Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming!
This can't be true, where are we at home?
Pinch me, no matter where!
I can't believe it, am I drunk?
But I think, there's no use in pinching,
Could we not perhaps pick someone?
Thank you, now it's clear to me, it's true, it's true.
Yes!