Palmen aus Plastik English translation
von Bonez MC

Under plastic palm trees
A sea of ​​gasoline, without sand, but I don´t care
Do laps on a scooter, it gets a bit cold when it's nighttime
I burn my weed under plastic palm trees

Above the rooftops of my city, the air smells like marijuana
The Mercedes-Benz freshly washed, baby, coconut smell
Thousand photos while drunk, what a career
today high, tomorrow we'll be millionaires
Five hundred horses, I'm stargazing
Sending a greeting to my boys into the distance
"Haramburger Kiez", sun from the tube
Fingernail fake and a carrot-like skin color
My world is made of plastic, but it doesn't matter, I would
also be 187 if there was no more hype ("You pussies!")
She brings me cornflakes and croissants to bed, again she leaves me no choice
And all the neighbors hear us having sex, but I don't give a fuck


I hang out in my neighborhood under plastic palm trees
A sea of ​​gasoline, without sand, but I don´t care
Do laps on the scooter, it gets a bit cold when it's nighttime
I burn my weed under plastic palm trees

summer
Above the rooftops of my city, the air smells like marijuana
The Alfa-Romeo matted black like the ravens in the air
The sun is shining behind the skyline like never before on Ballermann
When it gets hot, Berlin becomes my Panama
I have all of Vienna behind me like David Alaba
Instead of hanging out with Vatos Locos, I hang out with Arabs
Plastic palm trees, the girls are made of silicone
RA like a ghost at the top of the building
Chill on the balcony, smoke blunts and I dream
My sea sounds like engine noises
I only live my dream if it's real
There are thousands of movies on Netflix
The sun makes the skin tanned like Nesquik
Countdown to the future, Camora is finally alive

I hang out in my neighborhood under plastic palm trees
A sea of ​​gasoline, without sand, but I don´t care
Do laps on the scooter, it gets a bit cold when it's nighttime
I burn my weed under plastic palm trees


summer
Above the rooftops of my city, the air smells like marijuana

I hang out in my neighborhood under plastic palm trees
A sea of ​​gasoline, without sand, but I don´t care
Do laps on the scooter, it gets a bit cold when it's nighttime
I burn my weed under plastic palm trees