Nächster Halt Niemandsland English translation
von Bosca & Bizzy Montana

This isn't gangster rap
Gunrunner Hustle, no gang shit
No blatant car under the ass, no M3
Broke with no cash in pocket, no marks in the register
Stress-free, partner that's blank but being a champ
Money? No, but I survive like a desert fox
Brothers print flowers, others are still practicing
Many want to fly but wings break too often
Everything is like it used to be, look at the wrong seconds when I spit at his feet′
Lousy stuff, all I have is truth
Baller Lines and live on the abyss between party and work
I breathe and live and don't need any savings in the piggy bank
There comes a day when they wish they weren't there
Where there's a heap of rubble, where there's nothing to gain
Am I happy even if it's just canned beer and Jimmy
No matter how high the obstacle, whether it is insurmountable
Darkness gives way to light, solar eclipse
Where everything is actually broken for everyone
Where it hurts in the chest when you can't breathe
Are we at home, even if nobody can ever fly


Autobahn, to the destination, next exit - no man's land
(Where you have actually already failed for many
And you step in the shit again every morning
Are we at home, even if nobody can ever fly
Tram, terminus, next stop - no man's land
No good grades, ideas, and no prospects
I dedicated my life and my heart to these melodies
No guns, no sitting at the table with rich birds
No diamonds, no apartment with designer furniture
Because we do it for brothers
Criminal charges are piling up on your desk
Anyway, because it was for the cause
I came back from cat, apartment, dog with wife
Got a chance for life and messed up
This shit is a vicious circle, business out of the room
And the income is tax-free
And my brother makes his bank balance with furniture
Drink cans on the stairs and then we'll bully a few big shots
Feel at home where the glasses fly to the bar
Lower class level, many heights and many life crises
Some days we curse the crap
But actually everything is just fine the way it is
Where everything is actually broken for everyone
Where it hurts in the chest when you can't breathe
Are we at home, even if nobody can ever fly
Autobahn, to the destination, next exit - no man's land
(Where you have actually already failed for many
And you step in the shit again every morning
Are we at home, even if nobody can ever fly
Tram, terminus, next stop - no man's land