Polonäse Blankenese English translation
von Gottlieb Wendehals

‘Dear Klaus-Peter’, ’Jo!’
‘You were our fire chief for 25 years’, ’You bet!’
That's why we're solemnly awarding you today
The golden C-pipe! And now: Water march!

Landlord, the waiters are on break now
We roll up the buffet from the back
The party's on, we're going to have a good time now
The bear is loose, today the wall is shaking here

Come on dad, get into your socks
And Mudder's slipping into her red plimsolls
There's something going on here, not a dry eye in the house
Klaus-Dieter puts down ′n Halben. Here it comes

The holes are about to fly out of the cheese
Because now it starts our polonaise
From Blankenese to behind Wuppertal
Turn right at the Kamen junction


We set off with big steps
And Erwin grabs Heidi's shoulder from behind
That lifts the mood, yes, there is joy
Come on Grandma, get in

The orchestra on stage goes crazy
The pianist rips out all the keys,
The tuba blows away the trumpeter's toupee
The conductor cries and shouts: ‘Switch off the lights!’

Down below, the people are already on the run
The benches fly low, the tables too
The landlord throws himself protectively over the cold cuts
The chaos is raging, the floor is swaying... and so are we

The holes are about to fly out of the cheese
Because now it starts our polonaise
From Blankenese to beyond Wuppertal
Come on grandma, get in

We set off with big steps
And Erwin grabs Heid's shoulder from behind
That lifts the mood, yes, there is joy


Come on! And now comes the orchestra
Knock yourself out!
Give it to me! Mmh
The whole hall should be boiling tonight
Let it itch, boys, the night is far too short
The moose should be yodelling here until tomorrow morning
We don't care what comes after that

The holes are about to fly out of the cheese
Because now it's time for our polonaise
From Blankenese to beyond Wuppertal
Yeah, must have made some money

We set off with big steps
And Erwin grabs Heide's shoulder from behind
That lifts the mood, yes, there's joy there
Yes, and now the whole hall is singing

The holes are about to fly out of the cheese
Because now it's time for our polonaise
From Blankenese to beyond Wuppertal
Landlord, a beer, but the foam at the bottom

We set off with big steps
And Erwin grabs Heidi's shoulder from behind
That lifts the mood, yes, there's joy
And they've been singing that for 20 years now, well
Rada radada radadada