Hubert von Goisern und Die Alpinkatzen — Spinni song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Spinni" by Hubert von Goisern und Die Alpinkatzen.
Lyrics
Spinni oder trami
Hearst was is denn los mit dir?
Glaubst du i bin deppart
Hey wia red’st denn du mit mir
Du host vielleicht a schene villa
Und an roudn bmw
Aber i steh trotzdem nit
Auf deinen tiefen schmäh, he he
Du bist net koit, du bist net warm
Du drahst di oiwei mit’m wind
Und wann da was net baßt
Erfahrt mas jedesmal von hint
Du hast koan stolz, du kennst koa schand'
Gehst nie in d’mitten, nie zum rand
Und alles was du hergibst
Is dein batwoache hand
Kennst di aus, woaßt eh was i moan
A berig is nix anders wia a mordstrumm stoan
Aber obn auf’n gipfel des sag i allemal
Is viel schener wia drunten im tal
So a bleda loda!
Bleib i oder geh i
Sagt ma
Oana nur wohin
Rom oder paris
Oder vielleicht gar nach berlin
San francisco, moskau, kairo
Is ma alles viel z’weit
De ganze umananderfliegerei
Kost ma mei' zeit
Kennst di aus, woaßt eh was i moan
A berig is nix anders wia a mordstrumm stoan
Aber obn auf’n gipfel des sag i allemal
Is viel schener wia drunten im tal
So a bleda loda!
Am I Nuts or am I dreaming
Listen! What’s wrong with You?
Do You think I’m Stupid
Hey watch your Tone with Me
You may have a nice Villa
And a red BMW
Your not cold your not warm
You always sit on the fence
And if You’re Pissed about something
It only surfaces through the Grapevine
You got no Pride, You know no shame
Never go to the Centre or the Edge
And the only thing you offer
Is Your limp Hand
Been around, You know what I mean
A Mountain is nothing but a big stone
But on the Summit as I always say
It’s far nicer than in down in the Valley
Will I stay or will I go
Just someone tell me
Where to
Rome or Paris
Or maybe even to Berlin
San Francisco, Moscow, Cairo
It’s all to far for me
All this flying about
Is a waste of time
Been around…
So a bleda loda!
Lyrics translation
Spinni or trami
Hearst what's wrong with you?
Do you think I am deppart
Hey WIA you're talking to me
You might host a beautiful villa
And to roudn bmw
But I still stand NIT
On your deep reproach, he he
You're net koit, you're net hot
You Wire di oiwei with ' M wind
And when there what net basst
Experience mas every time from hint
You have koan pride, you know koa shame'
Never go to the middle, never to the edge
And all you give
Is your batwoache hand
Know di from, woaßt eh was I moan
A berig is Nix anders WIA a mordstrumm stoan
But obn on ' N summit of sag I always
Is much more beautiful WIA drunten in the Valley
So a bleda loda!
Stay i or go i
Says ma
Oana just where
Rome or paris
Or maybe even to berlin
San francisco, Moscow, Cairo
Is ma everything much z’wide
De whole Uman other aviation
Kost ma Mei ' time
Know di from, woaßt eh was I moan
A berig is Nix anders WIA a mordstrumm stoan
But obn on ' N summit of sag I always
Is much more beautiful WIA drunten in the Valley
So a bleda loda!
Am I Nuts or am I dreaming
Lists! What's wrong with you?
Do you think I'm Stupid
Hey watch your Tone with me
You may have a nice Villa
And a red BMW
Your not cold your not warm
You always sit on the fence
And if you're Pissed about something
It only surfaces through the Grapevine
You got no Pride, you know no shame
Never go to the Centre or the Edge
And the only thing you offer
Is your limp Hand
Been around, you know what I mean
A Mountain is nothing but a big stone
But on the Summit as I always say
It's far nicer than in down in the Valley
Will I stay or will I go
Just someone tell me
Where to
Rome or Paris
Or maybe even to Berlin
San Francisco, Moscow, Cairo
It's all to far for me
All this flying about
Is a waste of time
Been around…
So a bleda loda!