Salem English translation
von Chakuza

I write texts for days and tell how I feel,
And you can look the other way for years until everyone here lives like this
Read the newspaper, your children go out and see black,
Because even with Abi you only have one chance at Peter Hartz,
Too much dirt and too much dirt is there, breaking her will
And this shit is also the reason why they pull knives and kill
A bottle of Hennessy and pills, a pack of red Gauloises
And so you stomp through the day on drugs until you die,
And you blame us 'cause what we rap is just wrong
But the boy doesn't go to school, his parents don't care He only knows screaming and violence, his friends know that too,
He goes into construction at 19 because he robbed people
Forget the ghetto, be honest what happens
While someone loses here, you fight with mountains of paper,
Throw away the books, take off your glasses and look
What someone wants to say when he raps "I'm here, this is the hood"
Or look away and get on with indexing disks
Until someone else just spends the days in jail instead of here,
And then he picks up a gun man, and gets straight to the point
Because this country is like three monkeys, just blind, deaf and dumb

2x

They can try hard to look away, fool us and run
Sometimes I think this is Salem and the houses must be on fire
You can strain not to listen, don't believe or threaten
There's a lack of wit and her eyes seem dead


I'm a rapper now and I'm not the chef anymore
And yet the stress still makes me a little head-fucked and empty
I'm still the one who doesn't ask much but does what
I'm the one if you fuck him up don't say much before it crashes
But this country doesn't want to believe us, sleeps at home and drinks champagne,
While someone is struggling outside with no prospect of a bed,
And you idiots call us underclass, that amazes me again
That there's a million of us and only a hundred of you
What do you want to do when someone does it, someone does it and shoots you
Since the blood of your soldiers flows down like a brook,
This is butterfly music, put the blade away and run
You're screwed when men find you with it and realize
So go, go away from your town
How I left my homeland for business back then
And clear the rocks out of the way and become one of the good guys
Even if the rich try desperately to cut you down
Is something falling off this cake, unbelievable but it's true
That only God made us what we are,
But they can't do anything, I keep looking for more fights,
Until someone comes along who finally rips the mic out of my hands

2x

They can try hard to look away, fool us and run
Sometimes I think this is Salem and the houses must be on fire
You can strain not to listen, don't believe or threaten
There's a lack of wit and her eyes seem dead