Der Picknicker English translation
von Die Fantastischen Vier
Der Picknicker Lyrics Übersetzung
To all the clueless, I’m the Picnicker
I’ll tell you, but first make the beat thicker
This is the bass and the snare shoots a hole through your forehead
Through your ear, the beat makes your brain freeze
But Housemark by the Four will thaw you out
If you’re down with me, I’ll look up to you
This is the path and the goal is to achieve what you want
You’ll only get my skills over my dead body
No one needs that, man, you can forget it
Here comes the plan, Housemark is going picnicking
I’m the Picnicker, ah ah, the Picnicker, yeah
No shit, man, no shit
Everyone knows, man
Props to the headbangers, the ones who nod their heads
I’m the Picnicker, clicker clicker
Has the penny dropped now? No? Then I’ll keep laughing
Until everyone gets it, so if you don’t know me yet
Run incompetently through the world
Because he thinks I’m something I don’t like
Because a picnic with family outside
In this case, it’s a bit too small and fine for me
My family has to be bigger
The party people who dance and shout to hip-hop music
I invite them, and we celebrate permanently, that’s the only argument
Why they call me the Picnicker
I’m the Picnicker
No shit, man, everyone knows, man
No shit, man, everyone knows, man
No shit, man, everyone knows, man
No shit, I’m the Picnicker, everyone knows, man
Ladi dadi like Slick Rick
I like the party but I call it a picnic
So save your criticism and don’t get tangled up
Because there’s no right or wrong, what matters is
Not the how, but the when and the where
There’s no contra, only pro
Because you’ll come anyway due to the high level
We step on the gas and have fun like Markus
But not in a Maserati, instead with a Benz and Ford Taunus
Let’s drive out to some meadow because partying in the city park
Would just mean trouble with the squares
Because they can’t understand how people go wild
Who stand in front of a sound system with fifty thousand watts
Where you at?
And I want everybody to get your hands up and make some noise
Only with us
Only with us
And if anyone still doesn’t get my picnic
I’ll press a button on their head like in Tipp-Kick
Then step by step they’ll enter my trip
And I’ll take them along until they’re vibing too
And here a whole lot of people are vibing, I see in the crowd
I hang my gaze on the tightness of their T-shirts
When I hear beats, it doesn’t let go
The only nuisance is that I don’t remember my name
Talking shit, I’m getting hot
And the sweat on my forehead is not just from dancing
But overall, good action again
That was the last word from the Picnicker party faction
I’m the Picnicker, no shit, man
Everyone knows, man
I’m the Picnicker, no shit, man
Everyone knows, man
No shit, man, everyone knows, man
No shit, man, everyone knows, man
I’ll tell you, but first make the beat thicker
This is the bass and the snare shoots a hole through your forehead
Through your ear, the beat makes your brain freeze
But Housemark by the Four will thaw you out
If you’re down with me, I’ll look up to you
This is the path and the goal is to achieve what you want
You’ll only get my skills over my dead body
No one needs that, man, you can forget it
Here comes the plan, Housemark is going picnicking
I’m the Picnicker, ah ah, the Picnicker, yeah
No shit, man, no shit
Everyone knows, man
Props to the headbangers, the ones who nod their heads
I’m the Picnicker, clicker clicker
Has the penny dropped now? No? Then I’ll keep laughing
Until everyone gets it, so if you don’t know me yet
Run incompetently through the world
Because he thinks I’m something I don’t like
Because a picnic with family outside
In this case, it’s a bit too small and fine for me
My family has to be bigger
The party people who dance and shout to hip-hop music
I invite them, and we celebrate permanently, that’s the only argument
Why they call me the Picnicker
I’m the Picnicker
No shit, man, everyone knows, man
No shit, man, everyone knows, man
No shit, man, everyone knows, man
No shit, I’m the Picnicker, everyone knows, man
Ladi dadi like Slick Rick
I like the party but I call it a picnic
So save your criticism and don’t get tangled up
Because there’s no right or wrong, what matters is
Not the how, but the when and the where
There’s no contra, only pro
Because you’ll come anyway due to the high level
We step on the gas and have fun like Markus
But not in a Maserati, instead with a Benz and Ford Taunus
Let’s drive out to some meadow because partying in the city park
Would just mean trouble with the squares
Because they can’t understand how people go wild
Who stand in front of a sound system with fifty thousand watts
Where you at?
And I want everybody to get your hands up and make some noise
Only with us
Only with us
And if anyone still doesn’t get my picnic
I’ll press a button on their head like in Tipp-Kick
Then step by step they’ll enter my trip
And I’ll take them along until they’re vibing too
And here a whole lot of people are vibing, I see in the crowd
I hang my gaze on the tightness of their T-shirts
When I hear beats, it doesn’t let go
The only nuisance is that I don’t remember my name
Talking shit, I’m getting hot
And the sweat on my forehead is not just from dancing
But overall, good action again
That was the last word from the Picnicker party faction
I’m the Picnicker, no shit, man
Everyone knows, man
I’m the Picnicker, no shit, man
Everyone knows, man
No shit, man, everyone knows, man
No shit, man, everyone knows, man
Writer(s): Michael Beck, Thomas Duerr, Andreas Rieke, Michael B Schmidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
zuletzt bearbeitet von Thomas (Mugel) am 7. August 2024, 15:33