Seine Geschichte English translation
von Fard

Grew up on the soccer field
A boy who is only interested in football
Who has nothing but his old leather ball
Say of the teacher that he is a nursing case
Because he skips school every other day
And never thinks about his future for a second
He'd rather be on the ash field
There dreams of making his ashes with football
Loners, no brothers far and wide
But maybe his dream will really come true And he can finally buy Mama a house
With the money he earns as a star striker
Teachers tell his parents he's rude
Because he didn't see any reason in learning math
Fuck this world, let it go under
I just want the number ten jersey
Maybe his dream came true
If not, at least he can say it was a nice dream
Listen to what I have to tell you, Habibi
The story of F. Nazizi

I ran, fell and dreamed of you
Was afraid that I would lose my dreams
Without a wish in my heart I wouldn't be here today
Escape to a new future

I ran, fell and dreamed of you
Was afraid I'd lose my dreams
Without a wish in my heart I would not be here today
Escape to a new future


The boy woke up when he was 19
Because the dream of becoming a footballer has also burst
He must rearrange the stars on his way
No plan how to proceed
Because he has nothing, nothing but empty pockets
Father warns him: "You mustn't make mistakes
You are my son, don't act childish
I know the road, my son, and it's no good"
But this boy wanted to make money
And one day escape from his gray world
Because when you see everyone drives a Benz
You might think you're worth nothing without a Benz
And this is how you pack a few grams in your bag
And lets you dance with the devil
Listen to what I have to tell you, Habibi
The story of F. Nazizi

I ran, fell and dreamed of you
Was afraid that I would lose my dreams
Without a wish in my heart I would not be here today
Escape to a new future

I ran, fell and dreamed of you
Was afraid that I would lose my dreams
Without a wish in my heart I would not be here today
Escape to a new future

At 20, he takes his seat before the juvenile judge
Another juvenile on record
Mom cries, but dad scolds:
"Didn't I tell you that street fame stinks?"
You are right father, please forgive me
But without all the money, tell me what's left?
"Son, ask yourself if it was worth the money
Mama cries, the police and all the trouble, eh"
And that very night
The boy took a pen and a blank sheet of paper
Far from small, light tears
He wrote lines straight from his life
Now I'm here doing rap in German
The last true Backstreet Boy
Let's talk about our dreams
Because we are only loyal to them for a lifetime

I ran, fell and dreamed of you
Was afraid I'd lose my dreams
Without a wish in my heart I wouldn't be here today
Escape to a new future

I ran, fell and dreamed of you
Was afraid I'd lose my dreams
Without a wish in my heart I wouldn't be here today
Escape to a new future