Drehscheibe English translation
von Chakuza
Drehscheibe Lyrics Übersetzung
Planned trips around the world very quickly turned into city trips
At the end of the day, home is left to shit in the corner
When I was 30 I wanted a family and a huge garden
N' huge car, I despair of the leasing rates.
Don't listen to me but Horton hears a Who and stuff. I think it's cool and stuff.
Or not I must use a bad word that Horton is a son of a bitch.
Then look at me and tell me what you see there, imitating one of the others, a spasti in jeans
I see a man who had to let many of his loved ones go and then sang about what everyone knew anyway.
Eternally frustrated and consoled with intoxicants, I assume that running will kill me too. But until then I'll go the way that will be a bit difficult, but big mouth on earth until he dies.
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Invisible for far too long, shut up and not daring to say anything under sad figures and never let anyone get to it, that's it then usually, what I touch is salt, I was once a king.
False facade like an oh so beautiful couple
I was once a king, that's a very old fairy tale.
Me too and as long as submerged and silent,
Fucked up after all these years
Like a used car.
It doesn't help to hike through the park on Sundays, you can chat with me, I'm somewhere completely different.
Didn't do anything but drink those days, the master plan burst, chewing gum bubble.
Then I run around because retirement is of no use to me,
Restless like I downed a hundred cans of Redbull.
Or sucked on the rum and then passed out.
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here anymore, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Planned trips around the world can very quickly turn into city trips.
get stuck, die.
Shards get stuck.
It doesn't help to hike through the park on Sundays either,
I'm somewhere else.
Somewhere else
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here anymore, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here anymore, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here anymore, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
At the end of the day, home is left to shit in the corner
When I was 30 I wanted a family and a huge garden
N' huge car, I despair of the leasing rates.
Don't listen to me but Horton hears a Who and stuff. I think it's cool and stuff.
Or not I must use a bad word that Horton is a son of a bitch.
Then look at me and tell me what you see there, imitating one of the others, a spasti in jeans
I see a man who had to let many of his loved ones go and then sang about what everyone knew anyway.
Eternally frustrated and consoled with intoxicants, I assume that running will kill me too. But until then I'll go the way that will be a bit difficult, but big mouth on earth until he dies.
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Invisible for far too long, shut up and not daring to say anything under sad figures and never let anyone get to it, that's it then usually, what I touch is salt, I was once a king.
False facade like an oh so beautiful couple
I was once a king, that's a very old fairy tale.
Me too and as long as submerged and silent,
Fucked up after all these years
Like a used car.
It doesn't help to hike through the park on Sundays, you can chat with me, I'm somewhere completely different.
Didn't do anything but drink those days, the master plan burst, chewing gum bubble.
Then I run around because retirement is of no use to me,
Restless like I downed a hundred cans of Redbull.
Or sucked on the rum and then passed out.
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here anymore, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Planned trips around the world can very quickly turn into city trips.
get stuck, die.
Shards get stuck.
It doesn't help to hike through the park on Sundays either,
I'm somewhere else.
Somewhere else
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here anymore, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here anymore, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Sometimes I think that everything here is a turntable
Spinning for a while, then standing still, empty.
Then nothing works here anymore, so empty the bottle, then it turns more
Writer(s): Peter Pangerl, Raphael Ragucci, Jonathan Walter, Maximilian Waehlen, Jan Paul Bruschke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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