Musik ist keine Lösung English translation
von Alligatoah

Dear Kaliba, nice try
Critical lyrics, world improver-blues
You think you're repairing the system
Underestimate the laws of nature
Because we come with coal power
The monopol of power, with ammunition en masse
Place of lodge, obtained with corruption
You come with a sheet, we laughed us to death (look)
David versus Goliath
is from a fairy tale full of lied nonsense
Before you ignite a fire in the generation
we drive hovercraft through a moon-landscape
An anti-war-sound generation?
Pff, something new
John Lennon did this in the 70s
As if it changed something


You write a song, against the mean world
And in China someone just ordered a bag of rice
And then comes war again, and you realise quickly:
Music is no solution
The melody, is triggering hope in them
Today the festival-scum is raising the fist,
and tomorrow they wake up in their puke
Music is no solution

What do you want? To carry people with your songs?
From criminality to civilcourage?
Over all crisis states a peace flag?
Do you want another kidney?
Do you think, you're the voice of society?
They think you're cool, until you have money
Maybe some people love you for your courageous step
Other say: he just wants publicity!
No, it is not easy to say, you have to endure headwind
Dubious people from the wrong corner will clap for the next single
For example suit-tarned, right extreme dumbasses
who post your video because they're hunting for youthful voters
Sure, because nobody understands your text after box of Jever
You've got more drunken bodys on your conscience, than lives saved

You will only hardly explain satire in the village
it'd be pearls for the drunkards.


Donate the people messages and temperament
They only will argue about who's known you longer
Don't believe that someone will stick with them
except the download of the MP3.

You write a song, against the mean world
And in China someone just ordered a bag of rice
And then comes war again, and you realise quickly:
Music is no solution
The melody, is triggering hope in them
Today the festival-scum is raising the fist,
and tomorrow they wake up in their puke
Music is no solution

If you know everything better, you wonderboy
why don't you sit in the parliament, huh?
Did you think the job es protest-singer is save against crisis?
But if there was world-peace one would not need your songs anymore.
If one would rescue the hostages in Guantanamo
And the world climate would reach status quo
I need to point, without being gleeful:
you sing yourself into unemployement
Admit it: You need the tears, the fear, the hero-junks, the
cancer-patients, the thugs, the slave trade, the hate-campaigns,
the career-hoes, the laser-barriers, the toxygen substance that
get thrown into the sea, the planet goes bathing, but we go too!
Get yourself some liquor, and you'll see: nobody notices you.
The glass is half-empty, master
Allow the doubts to fuck your head
Because there's still some junk in every optimist
Do it like we do: we don't care about genesis,
if god just needed seven days, he can do it twice
Destroy guitar and pen
you'll get invincible by indifference
Nothing's bad or reprehensible anymore
Get yourself a room with sea view
while the scum's burying itself down there
Give up humanity- I AM NOT DONE YET!
Give up humanity, Kaliba you're wasting your skill
They want change, but say their hands are bound
They are lead by dark powers, bla, they quarrel around again
But the people are not evil, the people are just dumb