Glas-Beton English translation
von Chakuza feat. Maxim

I don't like parties and I don't know what was going on at abba back then.
But when I feel bad, my heart dances like a gabba freak.
Infinite and night-long dances to chanting.
Too strong drinks, then trapped in bed for days.
Soccer bets, bet on the wrong ones.
Forget the money, except for the old shoes, all pawned.
That just made us all smile.
Under the dirty laundry, the tin cans from Pepsi rusted.
And we're always hanging out at the Ostbahnhof, the sun is burning, but it's cool in the park.
When the stomach calls, hurry to mc donalds, a savings menu.
As usual, the day can only start at noon.
Everything else makes no sense.
It's great, we have nothing to feel, a happy life.
We really don't care what other people say about us.
Moving through the desert, leave that to the camels.
We walk around laughing without counting the days.
'Cause we just hang around, we just hang around
No why, no why.


And the blueprints say it won't be like this much longer.
Whatever comes up here, it will be a graveyard.
And our beautiful life fits into five small boxes.
But without us it's all here, just glass and concrete.

Carry everything we have behind us and collect here and there.
Then save up for a crate of beer until the evening.
None of us help from rain protection living under roofs.
Life over the rainbow, ma rough as a techno version.
Who hasn't done it, steal money from dad's pocket.
Or sometimes a few apples from the apple tree at the neighbors.
And sometimes there's nothing to laugh about, not a bit of a smile.
Forget the picnic, not a bit there to eat.
But no stress, as long as the seagulls don't find it
Then at some point a few rolls will fall from the sky for us.
And all evil disappears, the sad comfort each other.
I finally know what it's like when life isn't easy.
Everyone understands that you don't care about the money
Because it's too late for me to make money anyway.
To be happy so often, despite a life's dream that has melted away.
Better nothing at all for years than on a rusty side dream.
We just hang out, we just hang out.
No why, no why.


And the blueprints say it won't be like this much longer.
Whatever comes here then, it will be a graveyard.
And our beautiful life fits into five small boxes.
But without us it's all here, just glass and concrete.

No rings under the eyes, no fine dust in the lungs.
Poor town sits right now, forced into a shirt and tie.
Steals the alarm clock, no longer stays awake for no reason.
There's no more room for us on her swedish sofa.

Because the building plans state that it won't stay like this much longer.
And whatever gets here, it will be a graveyard.
And our beautiful life fits into five small boxes.
But without us it's all here, just glass and concrete.
The blueprints say it won't be like this much longer.
And whatever gets here, it will be a graveyard.
And our beautiful life fits into five small boxes.
But without us it's all here, just glass and concrete.