Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Die Klavierlehrerin , by - Udo Lindenberg. Song from the album CasaNova, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 11.12.1988
Record label: A Polydor release;
Song language: German
Die Klavierlehrerin(original) |
| Als ich ein kleiner junge war |
| Da fragte ich meine mama |
| Wie wird man ein musikgenie? |
| Sie sagte: ohne übung nie |
| Am besten wär's, mein liebes kind |
| Du lernst das tastenspiel geschwind |
| Ein päckchen noten schenkt' sie mir |
| Jetzt gehe hin und lern klavier! |
| Und schickte mich dann da so hin |
| Zu der klavierlehrerin |
| Sie war so groß, war so barock |
| Ganz breit der arsch |
| Ganz kurz der rock |
| Her thighs were fat and white and bare |
| Her twitching legs came up to here |
| Dann nahm sie meine fi-hin-ger |
| Und führte sie hier und da so hin |
| And then she took his fi-hin-ger |
| And moved it here and there and then |
| Meine klavier-lehe-rerin |
| Nach der etüde |
| Waren wir so müde |
| Und dann beim hohen c |
| Tat es wirklich ein bißchen weh |
| Am besten war’s beim tiefen h |
| Da war’s ganz einfach wunderbar |
| Mit feuchter hose kam ich dann |
| Zuhaus bei meiner mutter an |
| Sie sprach: «da gehst mir nicht mehr hin |
| Zu dieser klavierlehrerin |
| Please teach me, Please, release |
| My body — don’t preach me |
| Kleine augen, Feuchte hose |
| So kam ich zuhaus bei meiner |
| Mutter an, Und sie sagt: da gehst |
| Mir nicht mehr hin, Zu der |
| Klavierlehrerin, Use my body as |
| Your keyboard |
| (translation) |
| When I was a little boy |
| So I asked my mum |
| how to become a music genius |
| She said: never without practice |
| It would be best, my dear child |
| You learn how to play the keys quickly |
| She gave me a packet of notes |
| Now go and learn the piano! |
| And then sent me there like that |
| To the piano teacher |
| It was so big, so baroque |
| Big ass |
| Very briefly the skirt |
| Her thighs were fat and white and bare |
| Her twitching legs came up to here |
| Then she took my fi-hin-ger |
| And led them here and there like this |
| And then she took his fi-hin-ger |
| And moved it here and there and then |
| My piano teacher |
| After the etude |
| Were we so tired? |
| And then at the high c |
| Did it really hurt a little |
| It was best with the low h |
| It was simply wonderful there |
| Then I came with wet pants |
| At home with my mother |
| She said: "I don't go there any more |
| To this piano teacher |
| Please teach me, please release |
| My body — don't preach me |
| Small eyes, wet pants |
| So I came home at my |
| to mother, and she says: there you go |
| Don't go there anymore, Zu der |
| Piano teacher, Use my body as |
| Your keyboard |