Wolken English translation
von Chakuza

Please don't speak and be quiet, yes man, but explain one thing to me/
How to show "I fuck your mother" in sign language/
And you look up again, my, that's a painful comparison/
With a butt like that, even Gulliver in the land of the dwarfs won't get rich/
'Cause we're all just victims in the hole man, so unbelievable/
Is it called La Cosa Nostra or La Coka Ratscha/
There comes a hopeless day when this water lily will not sprout/
Am I sad like a fat man who can't open the cookie jar/
I carry the world on my shoulders and in the end my ego was too/
Disassembled and fucked like that, I'll open a brothel in Legoland/
Belly in and chest out, because that's how the ghetto city wants it/
Plus your pink shirt - I say "Hello Gangsta, Hello Kitty"/
It's like reggae, only dangerous, because I rap to the beat/
And kill' first Bob Marley, then the sheriff, then the/
'Cause I'm so cursed while I'm watching videos on YouTube/
I push my member into a voodoo doll for satisfaction /


Let the clouds fall from the sky/
And let it rain bills for my sake, see it, because I never leave the mic/
And let the angels fall from heaven for my lines/
Chak, in these times this part can also be my last/

My verse is a melody for kings and knights/

Bitter, because at most I can fuck myself like a hermaphrodite/
Only the disco is sacred to us, but Jesus full of grace/
Please send us free entry and the gel for our hair/
Our whole world is sick, look, you choke on the stories/
I'm a primitive man and would still jerk off with my arms in a cast/
It's heads that we fuck, your rappers flee, that's it/
And according to Einstein's theory, we're pretty screwed/
Am I hurt or hit, am I down or broken/
Talk to my Audi through the Swatch because I think it's K.I.T./
And don't talk such nonsense, you want to be tough, motherfucker/
Even a burned down forest is not as black as your character/
You have numerous facets, from doubtful to nice/
Behind the canvas such a stone, as if you were finely chopped mead/
Look, this silky sheen is gone, people seem a bit pale/
Because when the end is near, no one has room for you rapper sausage/


Let the clouds fall from the sky/
And let it rain bills for my sake, see it, because I never leave the mic/
And let the angels fall from heaven for my lines/
Chak, in these times this part can also be my last