Description
The concrete beneath my feet sounds louder than my heart, as if the street itself has decided to confess its pain. Heavy footsteps tear through the air, raindrops mark time more accurately than any clock, and it seems as if the space itself is whispering other people's secrets through the walls. The music is composed of the pulse of the city, of muffled echoes and tense silence, in which every breath turns to smoke.
There is a sense of ending in this, but not a catastrophic one - rather an inevitable one, like when an old clock suddenly stops ticking and you realise: yes, even eternity can come to an end. And then all that remains is to move on, silently, as if walking on ashes, carrying with you the echo of what has long since passed.
Music publisher: copyright protected.
Composer: Ruairidh MacKay
Lyrics and translation
Original
Es is koid
Im Bezirk
Und die Nächte
Werden lang
Wonn i di hoid
Nah bei mir
Dann glaub i
Dass mi draht
Du bist die Müch in da Melange
Du bist der Zwifü zu meim Rost
Du bist der Grammel Zu meim Brot
I loss di nimma los
Du bist die erste Tschick am Tog
Und des letzte Bier aufd Nocht
Wann i umfoi fong mi auf
Und loss mi nimmer los
Bleib bei mir
I wü di ned verlieren
Geh bitte bleib bei mir
Wann mi wer frogt
Woa i valiebt
Na die Liebe
War mir neu
Einst als du
Standst vor mir
Hob i gwusst
Was Liebe woa
Du brennst
Du brennst wie Obstler in meim Hois
Mit dir werd i gern oid
Du bist die Tanne zu meim Woid
Die heiße Pfanne zu meim Schmoiz
Du bist des Feuer im Kamin
Du bist mir teuer wie Benzin
Gib mir den Rest zu meiner Fettn
Der Filter auf da Zigarettn
Bleib bei mir
I wü di ned verlieren
Geh bitte bleib bei mir
Baby bitte bleib bei mir
I wü di ned valiern
Baby bitte bleib bei mir
Wö i wü di ned valiern
Ah
Ah
Baby bitte bleib bei mir
Bei mir
Bei mir
Baby bitte bleib bei mir
Bei mir
Bei mir
Bei mir
Wö i wü di ned valiern
English translation
It's coid
In the district
And the nights
Get long
I hope you do
Close to me
Then I believe
That mi wire
You are the Müch in da Melange
You are the two to my rust
You are the gram of my bread
I'm not going to let you go
You are the first Tschick am Tog
And the last beer at night
When do I hear from you?
And never let me go
Stay with me
I wouldn't lose you
Please go stay with me
When will I ask who?
Whoa I love
Well, love
Was new to me
Once as you
You stood in front of me
I knew
What love woa
You're burning
You burn like fruit juice in my hois
I would like to be oid with you
You are the fir tree to my woid
The hot pan for my schmoiz
You are the fire in the fireplace
You are as dear to me as gasoline
Give me the rest of my fat
The filter on the cigarette
Stay with me
I wouldn't lose you
Please go stay with me
Baby please stay with me
I wouldn't value it
Baby please stay with me
I wouldn't value it
Ah
Ah
Baby please stay with me
With me
With me
Baby please stay with me
With me
With me
With me
I wouldn't value it