Wia Wird Des Weitergehn
Da junge Mensch sitzt gottergeben und
Fiacht si vua die Bam vurm Fenster
Er hot si an die Agonie verkauft
De schenan Zeiten san vurbei, er is gelähmt vua Angst,
Er was er is allan und krank und kana hüft eam
Und er wü fuat, nur fuat. Er wü weg, nix wia weg
Er g’spiat das des wos ernstes is,
Er fiacht si in der Fruah vurm Aufsteh
Und ollas wos er denken kau is
Wia heat des auf, wia wird des weidagehn
De gaunze Kroft hot eam verloss’n, wo san die Toge wo da Wind
Den Koda in der Fruah verblos’n hot.
Er hot die Spiele imma g’wuna, er hot zu leichte Gegener
G’hobt, er hot net glaubt, daß er amoi valiern könnt.
De is vorbei, ollas vorbei, er is allan, gaunz allan.
Er söba is jetzt sei größter Gegner und söba toat si neamt gern
Weh, oba jetzt muaß er, weu er was net
Er gibt si Mühe, daß er ruhig bleibt, red net vü und grobt si
Ein. Er wü vermeid’n, daß er unguat auffoit.
Er flüchtet in die Selbstzerstörung, vü Schnops, vü Rauch und
Vü Kaffe, bis eam amoi die Luft wegbleibt
How It Goes On
That young person sits there, resigned and
Staring out the window at the trees
He sold himself to agony
The good times are gone, he's paralyzed by fear,
He's all alone and sick, and no one helps him
And he wants to run, just run. He wants to get away, nothing but away
He feels that this is serious,
He stares at the ceiling in the morning
And all he can think about is
How does this end, how does it go on
All his strength has left him, where are the days when the wind
Blew the fog away in the morning?
He always played the game, he had too easy opponents
He never believed he could ever lose.
That’s over, all over, he’s alone, completely alone.
His own self is now his biggest enemy and he doesn’t like
To admit it, but now he has to, because he can’t
He tries hard to stay calm, doesn’t say much and digs in
He wants to avoid making a scene.
He escapes into self-destruction, too much booze, too much smoke and
Too much coffee, until he can’t breathe anymore.
Escrita por: Wolfgang Ambros