Das Huhnlied English translation
von Helge Schneider
Das Huhnlied Lyrics Übersetzung
The night is black,
in the chicken coop it's dark,
in the corner, an old mangel-wurzel.
Lulululu, lulululu.
The night is black,
in the chicken coop it's dark,
there something's painting off.
It's the chicken Potato salad, Roof bar the 16th.
She wants to flee.
Into freedom,
out, in, out.
Listen, mangel-wurzel,
lend me your pliers.
And the mangel-wurzel lends the chicken the pliers.
And it makes itself free, from the chicken monotony
Yupupupum, yulalalala...
Chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken,
Mangel-wurzel, chicken, coop, cock, huck
And the chicken Potato salad, Roof bar the 16th puts on her raincoat, her raincoat and the rucksack.
Huhuhuhu, it wants to flee, huhuhuhuhu, lalalala
Snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip
The wire is in two, and the chicken flees out of the chicken coop monotony.
Across the street, there it meets the frog, the frog, the frog, croak.
The frog's got a strange name:
His name is:
Yeah, there I always improvise a little...
His name is Frog with no name.
And he's climbing the chicken,
and it expoldes, perdautz
It's broken, it's the frog's fault
Yes, this song should be like many or almost all of my songs a little thought-provoking.
And I think it missed his point, didn't miss.
in the chicken coop it's dark,
in the corner, an old mangel-wurzel.
Lulululu, lulululu.
The night is black,
in the chicken coop it's dark,
there something's painting off.
It's the chicken Potato salad, Roof bar the 16th.
She wants to flee.
Into freedom,
out, in, out.
Listen, mangel-wurzel,
lend me your pliers.
And the mangel-wurzel lends the chicken the pliers.
And it makes itself free, from the chicken monotony
Yupupupum, yulalalala...
Chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken,
Mangel-wurzel, chicken, coop, cock, huck
And the chicken Potato salad, Roof bar the 16th puts on her raincoat, her raincoat and the rucksack.
Huhuhuhu, it wants to flee, huhuhuhuhu, lalalala
Snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip
The wire is in two, and the chicken flees out of the chicken coop monotony.
Across the street, there it meets the frog, the frog, the frog, croak.
The frog's got a strange name:
His name is:
Yeah, there I always improvise a little...
His name is Frog with no name.
And he's climbing the chicken,
and it expoldes, perdautz
It's broken, it's the frog's fault
Yes, this song should be like many or almost all of my songs a little thought-provoking.
And I think it missed his point, didn't miss.
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