Einsam English translation
von Fard

I put on my hat and lock the doors
Poker face, never show people you have feelings
The hallway stinks of alcohol and dog poop
Check the mailbox before I make my rounds
No mail, weather forecast: cold and grey
On the way out, meet the crazy old woman
Who is constantly talking to herself
And looks so done it almost brings tears to your eyes
She has no one but her little white dog
She sees no reason to say 'hello' in a friendly manner
why? Husband dead and kids gone
A little too old and confused for the internet
I sit down on the bench in the park in front of the big tree
Remind me how it used to be
The summer a few years ago, but nobody's here today
The years go by and you get lonelier A thousand dreams, a thousand friends
Names and faces fade away with a bunch of people like that
The wind is icy and whips your face
Miss my ex. Oh no. Fuck that bitch
Light me up and take a deep puff
Hand on heart, we're doing way too well
Living big, but never getting enough
On days like today, I could box anyone
I stretch out my hand and feel the first raindrops
I close my eyes and dream of freedom
God damn, I miss the climate of my homeland
But hey, I grew up here. Stranger here, stranger there
That means in plain language: Everywhere a stranger
I look up at the sky and see the eighth floor
Lonely in freedom. This here doesn't make a buck

(mobile call)


I close my jacket and keep walking
Meet the neighborhood boy, well-known misfit
Father an alcoholic, mother gone for years
A boy stuck in the streets all day
He looks like all his luck has run out
I don't think any money in the world could make him happy anymore
I want to shake his hand, he just says quietly "Hi"
And pulls past me faster than the wind that whistles today
That makes me sad, what a poor guy
I'd be ashamed to death if I were his father
But I'm not his brother, I'm not allowed to talk into him
Everyone has their problems and this is their life
Well, I'm moving on because I still need cigarette butts
′A bag of chips and oh yes, something to drink too
Don't give a fuck, Fard. Life is like that
Walk past the cafés and the noble disco
High heels, mini skirt, iPhone, ringtone
Drugs that make you believe you live in heaven
It's one o'clock at night, it's party time
But the bouncer sends Hussein and Ali home
That's life here, it's not strange to me
The devil wears Prada, believe me you don't recognize him
Turn around again and see the eighth floor
Lonely in freedom. This here doesn't make a buck

(conversation at checkout)

Make me on the way home without detours
I'm fed up with today and tomorrow
Take a few hectic drags on the cigarette
And think of Jamal, whom I shall never forget
I unlock the doors and walk down the stairwell
The shoes are full of dirt, but no matter, so are the stairs
I really need sleep, I'm not a lazy guy
But you can't sleep here. Loud noise everywhere
Unlock my apartment and take off my shoes
Turn the TV down because I need quiet
Lay down on my bed and say my prayer
And secretly hope that this time will pass
My eyes get tired and my strength dwindles
I feel the loneliness in every corner
I would be back on my eighth floor
Lonely in freedom. This here doesn't make a buck