Tento příspěvek je také na Němec Anglicky Polský Пbělorusky
Zase jsou tu, desetičlenná Hip Hop Brass kapela z Mnichova. Po hezké 3. příčce v našem adventním kalendáři 2012 s letním hitem „Liebe“ je zde další kousek, tentokrát více k zamyšlení, z Červeného alba (2013) – který opět doprovází nápadité a vtipné video. Od umístění minulé skladby v adventním kalendáři 2012 (a samozřejmě také díky němu) se stala Moop mama známější v německy mluvících zemích a v tomto roce koncertovala na turné se Sportfreunden Stiller, Bosse a Jan Delay.
Co se týče názvu písničky, jde o slovní hříčku, která posluchače „zatahá za ucho“ a lze ji také často překládat do dalších jazyků.
Přejeme vám krásný 2. advent.
„City that always sleeps“
Oh it’s already late
Why am I still up if there’s nothing going on
Nothing happened to me all night
I’m at home in the city that always sleeps, the city that always sleeps
The country of limited impossibilities, I’m living in its capital
Open-mindedness only during opening hours because nothing is opened that late
And there’s a lot to do for the one rolling up the sidewalks each night
Not even happiness can be found on the street, everything is clean
Mhh mhh mhhh mhhhh
Mhh mhh mhhh mhhhh
Oh it’s already late
Why am I still up if there’s nothing going on
Nothing happened to me all night
I’m at home in the city that always sleeps, the city that always sleeps
I hear people talking but there’s nothing connecting us then wireless phones
Slit-eyed I’m examining signs that I don’t understand
Chinesiology
The clickering sound of the traffic lights for the blind sets the pace of my steps like metronomes
through the emptiness of this deaf metropolis
Mhh mhh mhhh mhhhh
Mhh mhh mhhh mhhhh
Oh it’s already late
Why am I still up if there’s nothing going on
Nothing happened to me all night
I’m at home in the city that always sleeps, the city that always sleeps
And tonight
it’s just another night in which I’m
strolling through the streets
in which my
melancholy follows me like a faithful dog from bar-to-bar-to-bar
I’m trotting off
Aimlessly
Through the streets at night and nothing is really going on anywhere
Sleepers who are sleeping here
not terrorists
nothing to fear
much to miss
The regular buzz in a million-people village
that would like to be a cosmopolitan city, I’m planning
nothing big, just having some drinks while growing a few hours older
That’s how it was
so many times before
Every day the same emptiness, still don’t know how I could be helped
Sinking one after the other, ask him to pour me another one
Steps in the dark like a blind person until I turn around at the train station
During breakfast time I’m fighting my sleepiness
Counting what’s left and pondering what it’s worth for
a bag of fries, a bottle of beer or a pack of marijuana
or rather the next train to Ljubljana
I’m asking myself right now why I haven’t already done it
Because here you have such a sound sleep
In the city that always sleeps
In the city
that always, always, always sleeps