Gerhard Schöne - Wellensittich und Spatzen dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

Budgerigar and sparrows

As my yellow Budgerigar
flew out of the window
a bunch of sparrows hacked at him
cause he sang a bit different
and wasn't as grey as the others
and that does not fit in sparrowhawk.
 
One runs on the Christmas market, after which people turn around.
Something green he smeared in his hair
He wears Glitter Pants and on the left ear jewelery,
something cheeky, the neck is tattooed.
Sluggish people are getting blithely. Silent citizens are indignant.
dirt slogans they throw where he goes and stays
Someone says: That's the scum! Something would have to shoot!
When that were my son
I knew what I would do
Someone says: He ran
away! Someone says: Get lost. Go away!
Somewhere, one calls in a low voice: Gay pig.
Someone spits at his feet. Someone throws a roll after him.
A drunken one grabs him and hits him.
 
As my yellow Budgerigar
flew out of the window
a bunch of sparrows hacked at him
cause he sang a bit different
and wasn't as grey as the others
and that does not fit in sparrowhawk.
 
Five soldiers on the shack. Four are immediately big friends,
only the fifth is a pipe, that's for sure!
Everyone already was drunken just he don't don't know anything from soccer
In the evening he lies with his book in his nest.
Every day the pipe writes letters and gets mail from other countries.
Everyone brags about their wives, only he is silent.
He messes up the whole mood when they tell each other Jokes
Its on time that they tell him the opinion from themself
Sunday night, the pipe is already asleep. Our four are drunk.
In the dark, they pull him out of bed.
They give him a bottle of brown booze and
laugh.
And his book is smeared with boot fat.
 
As my yellow Budgerigar
flew out of the window
a bunch of sparrows hacked at him
cause he sang a bit different
and wasn't as grey as the others
and that does not fit in sparrowhawk.
 
In the restaurant is children's Carnival.
There is whispering at the door.
A mother brings her Startalerchild. This is severely mentally handicapped, can not speak, just grumble, but it smiles bright because there are so many children here.
And the mother sits down with him at the long coffee table,
her little startaler claps to the music.
Nobody gives them cocoa, no one sits near them
now and then they only do a stealthy look.
As the children dance, she also swings her child around in circles.
Some continue to dance, others stop.
Someone says: That's tasteless, man, we're not an institution. Our children should not see such a thing.
 
As my yellow Budgerigar
flew out of the window
a bunch of sparrows hacked at him
cause he sang a bit different
and wasn't as grey as the others
and that does not fit in sparrowhawk.
 
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