W.Nuss vo Bümpliz
D'w. Nuss vo Bümpliz geit dür d'Strass
liecht u flüchtig, wie nes gas
so unerreichbar höch
bockstössigi Himbeerbuebe
schüüch u brav wie Schaf
schön fönfriesert
chöme tubetänzig nöch
u d'Spargle wachse i bluetjung Morge
d'Sunne chunnt 's wird langsam war
sie het meh als hunderching
u jede Früehlig git 's es nöis
het d'Chiuchefänschterouge off
u macht se zue bi jedem Kuss
u we sie lachet wärde Bärge zu schtoub
u jedes zäihe Läderhärz wird weich
d'w. Nuss vo bümpliz
isch schön win es Füür i dr Nacht
win e Rose im Schnee
we se gseh duss in Bümpliz
de schlat mir mys Härz hert i Hals
u i gseh win i ungergah
siw wohnt im ne Huus us Glas
hinger Türe ohni Schloss
gseht dür jedi Muur
dänkt wi nes Füürwärch
win e Zuckerstock
läbt win e Wasserfrau
für sie git's nüt,wo's nid git
u aus wo's git, git's nid für ging
sie nimmt's wie's chunnt u lat's la gah
d'w. Nuss vo bümpliz
isch schön win es Füür i dr Nacht
win e Rose im Schnee
we se gseh duss in Bümpliz
de schlat mir mys Härz hert i Hals
u i gseh win i ungergah
The Nut from Bümpliz
The nut from Bümpliz walks down the street
light and fleeting, like a gas
so unreachable, so high
stubborn raspberry boys
shy and gentle like sheep
beautifully styled
come dancing in the tubet
and the asparagus grows in blooming young mornings
the sun comes up, it's slowly getting warm
she has more than a hundred
and every spring brings something new
the window to the doghouse is open
and closes with every kiss
and when she laughs, mountains turn to dust
and every tough leather heart becomes soft
The nut from Bümpliz
is beautiful like a fire in the night
like a rose in the snow
when I see her out in Bümpliz
my heart pounds hard in my throat
and I see when I walk by
she lives in a house made of glass
behind a door without a lock
sees through every wall
thinks like a firework
like a candy cane
lives like a water woman
for her, there's nothing that doesn't exist
and from what exists, there's nothing she can't have
she takes it as it comes and lets it go
The nut from Bümpliz
is beautiful like a fire in the night
like a rose in the snow
when I see her out in Bümpliz
my heart pounds hard in my throat
and I see when I walk by