Wie Zuhause English translation
von Alligatoah

I'm sitting in a Starbucks in Phuket
Mobile Data is faster than at home
Maybe this vacation introduces me to different cultures
I'm sitting in a Starbucks in Phuket
Served by a waitress from Mainz
Maybe that is the modern style
How to reach for the stars
Maybe, oh, maybe


Ciao, I am out, whoever searches dissappears
Sometimes I google the places one cannot find on google
I wanna go where the tourist scum never puts a foot,
putting a foot, tourists are still the others
I wanna snap pictures of millenia-old monuments captured by professional cameras
with my camera phone
Order the same junk using the countries language
just like in my default local "Haben Sie Fish and Chips?"
I wanna get overpriced souvenirs from a scum vendor
which will end up in my cupboard catching dust
I want green to hit my cornea
just so one doesnt go to a greenhouse
But instead a trekkingtent
Cause I want good air, I am concious about nature
I will pay the price
Airplane Dirt in my co2 footprint
want to go from check in to check in in hurry mode
losing my luggage, infections, vacation with the stress hormones of a jet pilot
exchanging money, electricity at the hotel reception
calming down after the journey, I order Becks in cans
search for a german broadcasting service on television, self reflection
when they ask me " do you like it, senor?"


I feel like I'm at home
just at home i wanna leave
And again I book flights crashing and burning
out of my home into the fire
Because somewhere else is,
looking at it technically,
a fucked up here
Deja vu (everywhere)
things are growing out the floor
I see Opel, I see Pringles
And the moon never from the backside
Deja vu (everywhere)
everyone is breathing, some are smoking
Humans ask about faith
One is hungover after drinking
Deja vu (everywhere)
everyone is running if they have to
Some people have breasts
Teenies fight with cravings
Deja vu (everywhere)
People stack some rocks
And then they have a home
without food everything sucks

My fingers get sore from taking pictures
rigid background
I not here for fun, i produce memories
Me-me-me-memories for darker hours
'cause jobroutine and desire to have kids
is like an execution

Home, Home, Home, Home
Home, Home, Home, Home

Hola, back again, it was so amazing,
Absorbed impressions, like they were Dru-,
eh, -phies
Flying fish, carribean rythms, love stories
If I haven't have had posted them already
there would be much to tell
I like newborn (ohh),
no difficult birth
You can see it with my indiginous tatoo
and my breakup hair

Hast mich? I änder the way I speak, too
"Alles fit im Schritt, Kumpane?" is me new Standartphrase
From Schnell-Essen-Freak to almost vegetarian
These days I only eat cows that eat drive Ferrari
I do sport now, (so aufregend),
next summer tryouts
Again my alcohol carreer is over forever

New hobby: pottering sculptures
My new religion is radical
I gun you down for nature goddesses
Since I do bungee jumping I got venrticular fibrillation
I just want to be different, just like the other kids
One might hate the trend, until you realize angrily:
Hating the trend is just as well a trend
For some trips I needed an ID
But no Reisepass can enrage me
I invent a new me, but only produce replicas (replicas)
Turning my life around 360 degrees (360 degrees)
Even with the outer cleanse, my vest still remains black
(remains black)
Changeable, bad day, witch hunt
'cause I am running from myself, and think if I were faster than my thoughts
then I leave my mistakes behind me
Even with the ability to fly i remain the captive
like this stupid poultry in a laying battery
Move into the shyness with my littleness to be alone
but my littleness was too much
I sit in vacation paradise with a kind of severe Lego allergy

I travel this earth on the lap
but can't get rid of myself
All my mistakes, all my mistakes,
all my mistakes in my luggage,
I travel via Fluggesellschaft and raft
but I can't get rid of myself
All my mistakes, all my mistakes,
all my mistakes in my luggage,
The spacial distances are huge,
but I can't get rid of myself
All my mistakes, all my mistakes,
all my mistakes in my luggage,
I reach for the stars and the loos
but I can't get rid of my self
All my mistakes, all my mistakes,
all my mistakes in my luggage

I feel like I'm at home,
just at home i wanna leave