Inhalt:
Pigs on the wing (part one) 
Dogs
Pigs (Three different ones)
Sheep
Pigs on the wing (part two)
© Übersetzungen: Bruder Franziskus
All lyrics by Roger Waters
PIGS ON THE WING (part one)
If you didn't care what happened to me
And I didn't care for you
We would zig-zag our way thorugh the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing
SCHWEINE MIT FLÜGELN (Teil 1)
Würdest du dich nicht darum sorgen, was mir passiert
Und würde ich nicht für dich sorgen,
würden wir herumirren auf dem Weg durch Langeweile und Schmerz
Gelegentlich in den Regen hochschauen
Uns fragen, welcher der Kerle schuld ist,
und ausschauen nach Schweinen mit Flügeln.
Die Schweine mit Flügeln, "Pigs on the Wing" -
entstammen dem englischen Ausdruck "...and pigs will fly", eine Redewendung, die höchste Unwahrscheinlichkeit ausdrücken soll
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DOGS
You've got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes when you're on the street
You've got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
Then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You've got to strike when the moment is right without thinking
After a while you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A sudden look in the eye, and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older
Yeah and in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this place
Deaf, dumb, and blind--you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable, and no one has a real friend
And it sems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
Everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
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HUNDE
Du mußt verrückt sein, Du mußt einen wirklichen Drang dazu haben
Du mußt im Stehen schlafen können, und wenn du draußen auf der Straße bist,
mußt du es schaffen, Dir die leichte Beute mit geschlossenen Augen heraussuchen.
Und dann mußt du leise ranschleichen, gegen den Wind und in Deckung,
Du mußt im richtigen Moment zuschlagen, ohne nachzudenken.
Und nach einiger Zeit kannst du an deinem Stil feilen.
Zum Beispiel an der passenden Krawatte und dem sicheren Handschlag.
Ein fester Blick ins Auge und ein lockeres Lächeln.
Die Menschen, die Du anlügst, müssen Dir vertrauen.
So daß Du, sobald sie Dir den Rücken zudrehen
Die Chance bekommst, mit dem Messer zuzustoßen.
Du mußt Dir immer den Rücken freihalten.
Du weißt, es wird schwerer und schwerer und schwerer, weil du älter wirst.
Und am Ende wirst du deinen Kram packen und in den Süden fliegen.
Den Kopf in den Sand stecken.
Nur ein trauriger alter Mann mehr,
Ganz allein und an Krebs sterbend.
Und wenn Du die Kontrolle verlierst, wirst du ernten, was du gesät hast.
Und so wie die Angst wächst, wird das böse Blut immer langsamer fließen und es wird
versteinern.
Und es ist zu spät, um genug abzunehmen, um das Schicksal zu wenden.
Also viel Spaß beim ertrinken, wenn Du untergehst, ganz alleine.
Nach unten gezogen vom Stein.
Ich muß zugeben, daß ich ein wenig verwirrt bin.
Manchmal erscheint es mir, als ob man mich nur ausnutzt.
Ich muß wach bleiben, ich muß es versuchen und diese kriechende Krankheit loszuwerden.
Wenn ich hier nicht daheim bin, wie soll ich dann aus diesem Irrgarten herausfinden?
Taub, stumm und blind, Du machst Dir doch nur was vor
Das jeder entbehrlich ist, und keiner einen echten Freund hat.
Und du glaubst, daß die Lösung wäre, den Sieger zu isolieren
Und alle Probleme wären gelöst,
Und tief in Dir drin glaubst Du, daß jeder ein Mörder ist.
Er wurde in einem Haus voller Schmerz geboren.
Ihm wurde beigebracht, nicht in den Ventilator zu spucken.
Der Mann sagte ihm, was zu tun sei.
Er wurde von ausgebildetem Personal gebrochen.
Er wurde mit Schlägen und Ketten zurechtgestutzt.
Er wurde in den Zeugenstand gerufen.
Er hat sich von dem Pack losgesagt.
Er war daheim nur ein Fremder.
Er war am Ende am Boden zerstört.
Er wurde tot am Telefon gefunden.
Er wurde vom Stein herabgezogen.
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Eine andere Version aus frühen Live-Auftritten lautet:
Gotta Be Crazy
You gotta be crazy, you gotta be mean
You gotta keep your kids and your car clean
you gotta keep climbing, you gotta keep fit
You gotta keep smiling, you gotta eat shit
You gotta be small to be a big shot
You gotta eat meat to stay at the top
You gotta be trusted, gotta tell lies
You gotta be able to narrow your eyes
You gotta believe the've gotta believe you
You gotta appear easy to see through
Gotta be sure you look good on T.V.
Gotta resemble a human being
You gotta one eye over your shoulder
Gonna get harder as you get older
Gotta fly south and hide in the sand
Gotta forget your gonna get cancer
And when you loose control, you'll reap
the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood
slows and turns to stone
And it's too late too lose the weight you
used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you go down alone
Dragged down the by the stone
Gotta be sure, you gotta be quick
Gotta divide the tame from the sick
Gotta keep some of us docile and fit
You gotta keep everyone burying this shit
I gotta admit to a lot of confusion
Pain in the head is the child of collusion
Gotta resist the creeping malaise
You gotta believe in the way you
out of the maze
But you, you just keep on pretending
You can tell a sucker from a friend
But you still raise the knife to
Stranger, lover, friend and foe alike
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was sent out to play on his own
Who was raised on a diet of shame
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with bridle and bit
Who was given a seat in the stand
Who was forcing his way to the rails
Who was offered a place on the board
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
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PIGS (Three Different Ones)
Big man, pig man, ha-ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel, ha-ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh, almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find, down in the pig mine?
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry
Bus stop rat bag, ha-ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag, ha-ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh, almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hat pin, and good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry
Hey you, Whitehouse, ha-ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse, ha-ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the streets
You're nearly a real treat, all tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused? ! ! ! ! ! ! !
You've got to stem the evil tide and keep it all on the inside
Mary, you're nearly a treat
Mary, you're nearly a treat, but you're really a cry
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SHEEP
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You'd better watch out--there may be dogs about
I have looked over Jordan and I have seen--things are not what they seem
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient, you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel
What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem, no this is not a bad dream
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, he makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate, lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers march
Cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead
You'd better stay home and do as you're told
Get out of the road if you wanna grow old
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Eine frühere (Live-)Version lautete:
Raving And Drooling
Raving and drooling I fell on his neck with a scream
He had a whole lotta terminal shock in his eyes
Thats what you get for pretending the rest are not real
Bubbling and snapping at far away flies
He will zig zag his way back through
Memories of boredom and pain
How does it feel to be empty and angry and spaced
Split up the middle between the illusion of
Safety in numbers and the fist in your face
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PIGS ON THE WING (part two)
You know that I care what happens to you
And I know that you care for me too
So I don't feel alone, or the weight of the stone
Now that I've found somewhere safe to bury my bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing
Du weißt doch, daß ich mich um Dich sorge.
Und ich weiß auch, daß Du Dich um mich sorgst.
Also fühl dich nicht einsam.
Oder fühle dich nicht von einem Stein erdrückt.
Jetzt, wo ich ein sicheres Plätzchen gefunden habe
Ein Plätzchen um meine Gebeine zu begraben.
Und jeder Idiot weiß, daß ein Hund ein Heim braucht.
Einen Schutz vor geflügelten Schweinen.
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