Geisterfahrer English translation
von Chakuza feat. Jonathan Walter

[Verse 1 – Chakuza:]
The good advice was useless, it's pouring rain outside
So put your hat on, get out there like a madman and celebrate
Should the others sit inside while I'm still lying wet on the grass
I'm drowning and you guys get together for shitty slumber parties
Don't think like you, your fears are too alien to me
I stand on the track, guessing the train is slowing down
Sometimes I exaggerate, oh shit and my hat burns
But everyone who knows me well soon knows the same thing again
Not a revolutionary - hopeless, thoughtless
Just get going, without stopping – even the traffic light is red
Drawn the wrong lot, wrong lot, the wrong thing
Because if I had run here, I would be big and the strongest
Neither big nor the strongest, but a pretty broken heart
It would be nice if it were a whole
Take a run in the other direction, it's getting light
But Geisterfahrn I really imagined differently


Then I feel like I'm on a ghost train
I'm on the road where only ghosts drive
Got drops on my face, it's not raining
And so I tunnel my way into the light
Then I feel like I'm on a ghost train
Don't get out of myself, I have to keep going
- I see clearer every day
From the outside, I still look like a wrong-way driver

Your good advice was useless instead of going red in the middle of the blue
No chance, no trust and what to do with my mood
Build something, destroy it, a castle in the air, a castle to scrap
And dance around the rubble around it - just in defiance
No trains and horses, ghosts ride step by step
No green center because it just doesn't make sense to me
If it catches me, it's my own fault
Because I'm constantly only at a hundred and very rarely at zero

Had a nice childhood, but then it went on
An overly embellished world view has failed in the world
I'm not like the people across the street
Share the side strip with all the other ghosts
I've already lost so much and therefore have a lot to give
I'm not aloof, even if I levitate sometimes
And I drive through my tunnel, at the end it gets light
But ghost driving I really imagined differently


Then I feel like I'm on a ghost train
I'm on the road where only ghosts drive
Got drops on my face, it's not raining
And so I tunnel my way into the light
Then I feel like I'm on a ghost train
Don't get out of myself, I have to keep going
- Every day I see clearer
From the outside, I still look like a wrong-way driver

Even if the last lights go out, I'm still alive
But never ran away - no - only against it
Stubborn head and therefore always been lonely
Always moving, unfortunately no time to read the newspaper
What should I do? Because I've seen all this way too many times
Searched for people with a soul, found yawning emptiness
No doctor just to talk to, I'd rather turn to myself
I really imagined this ghost driving differently

Then I feel like I'm on a ghost train
I'm on the road where only ghosts drive
Got drops on my face, it's not raining
And so I tunnel my way into the light
Then I feel like I'm on a ghost train
Don't get out of myself, I have to keep going
- Every day I see clearer
From the outside, I still look like a wrong-way driver