Windmühlen English translation
von Chakuza

What they said was a lie, it was all crap
Pulled my last tooth and then threw it away
Threw him into the sea where the fish swallowed him
Now everything is fine, not a bit of pressure there - a miracle?
No, it's not, I'm leaving, I'm fleeing
So much going on, so much funny rumours, everything just falls apart
Here it smells of coke instead of honey and nuts like in grandma's kitchen
And many times on the way up I've been like, "Oh damn
It won't be a high flight, the ground is calling, big city blues"
Unusual that it is sometimes dark and sometimes light
I'm running around, dumb hero - the Mad Hatter from Alice
Washing it all off wasn't easy, but do it
Off to the shower, down the drain with the black ink
And I can still remember to this day
They promised me the moon, crossed their fingers

I was always on the verge of fleeing the city
No fake laughs, never play theater again
Drop everything, finally feel like a child again
No more fighting windmills


I was always on the verge of fleeing the city
No fake laughs, never play theater again
Drop everything, finally feel like a child again
No more fighting windmills

Back then I said, "Hello world, this is me."
Now I think: "My face, got the wrong address."
I don't like it, but I'll stay, yes, what the heck?
My freedom, my riches, my secret treasure of gold
Bitter tears, bitter liquor
No shoulder to lean on, I won't even take Dad's
Everything messed up umpteen times, but stop, that's the end of it
A shot of vodka Pushkin in a dry riverbed
I help myself, turn off my head
I have a button that says on and off
I'm cracking my piggy bank, Yippee, guys, let's move forward
Found peace, toys in the cornflakes again
Sometimes I walk on hot coals here
Sometimes I think I'm freezing to death, it's cool, but I feel fine
Ravage my apartment then go to sleep outside
It's loud, counting sheep - a thousand


I was always on the verge of fleeing the city
No fake laughs, never play theater again
Drop everything, finally feel like a child again
No more fighting windmills

I was always on the verge of fleeing the city
No fake laughs, never play theater again
Drop everything, finally feel like a child again
No more fighting windmills

20 years, full of hate and disappointed
But stop everything new before the camel overflows
I'll risk it one last time
Hitting me with all my might like a wounded animal
And so intense that they later tell stories
Seeing my face, I leave the light on when I leave
I'm gone, no longer here, I'm gone
And I don't give a damn about what happens at the other end of the tunnel

I was always on the verge of fleeing the city
No fake laughs, never play theater again
Drop everything, finally feel like a child again
No more fighting windmills

I was always on the verge of fleeing the city
No fake laughs, never play theater again
Drop everything, finally feel like a child again
No more fighting windmills