Egal English translation
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Egal Lyrics Übersetzung
Dark circles up to the moon
And whistling in my ears
But today, it doesn’t bother me
Of course, the train is on strike again
And my car is joining in
But I don’t care about that
The radio is conspiring against me
Playing the same song a thousand times
But I have nerves of steel
Piles of glasses are stacking up
The mirror covered in lipstick
As if that would throw me off track
I don’t care
Sometimes things don’t go perfectly
I don’t care
Then maybe another time
I think my bank account is on a diet
And my mailbox is bursting
It only affects me peripherally
It seems irrelevant, wherever I go
Bad luck sticks to my heels
But I still like walking in my shoes
Standing clueless on the side of the road
Puddle, truck - many thanks
How nice that everything is running perfectly
The neighbors are storming at my door
The gas heater has exploded
I’m rewriting Murphy’s Law
I don’t care
Sometimes things don’t go perfectly
I don’t care
Then maybe another time
It would be a shame for the nerves
Because they grow back so poorly
I have a stress-proof vest
Everything bounces off me today
Clouds forming middle fingers
The sky is gray
But through my neon-pink glasses
I don’t see everything so narrowly
I don’t care
Sometimes things don’t go perfectly
I don’t care
Then maybe another time
And whistling in my ears
But today, it doesn’t bother me
Of course, the train is on strike again
And my car is joining in
But I don’t care about that
The radio is conspiring against me
Playing the same song a thousand times
But I have nerves of steel
Piles of glasses are stacking up
The mirror covered in lipstick
As if that would throw me off track
I don’t care
Sometimes things don’t go perfectly
I don’t care
Then maybe another time
I think my bank account is on a diet
And my mailbox is bursting
It only affects me peripherally
It seems irrelevant, wherever I go
Bad luck sticks to my heels
But I still like walking in my shoes
Standing clueless on the side of the road
Puddle, truck - many thanks
How nice that everything is running perfectly
The neighbors are storming at my door
The gas heater has exploded
I’m rewriting Murphy’s Law
I don’t care
Sometimes things don’t go perfectly
I don’t care
Then maybe another time
It would be a shame for the nerves
Because they grow back so poorly
I have a stress-proof vest
Everything bounces off me today
Clouds forming middle fingers
The sky is gray
But through my neon-pink glasses
I don’t see everything so narrowly
I don’t care
Sometimes things don’t go perfectly
I don’t care
Then maybe another time
Writer(s): David Vogt, Fabian Roemer, Hannes Buescher, Philip Boellhoff, Sipho Sililo, Hanan Hamdi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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