In den Himmel hoch English translation
von Vega

And rains earth on the wooden lid
Swear, the whole city is standing by my coffin
Bury me without gold chains
Because in hell everyone knows my name
Have I always been like this?
Only the skyscrapers make it into the sky, yeah
Bury me without a crown or gold chains
Because in hell everyone knows who I was

Never want to go to heaven because I hardly know anyone up there
Walk down there like six in the morning into the Moseleck
You can't get rid of that much psychosis with drugs
That's why I pull sharp ones out of the Stoney, not bird scarers
Talk in metaphors, but for me there is no comparison here (Ah)
Winter at heart, not a great time even in July


Jahrhunderthalle sold out, tell them: “Now the price is going up”
Feels like a beginning and also like it's about to be over
Tell the guys who are already up there, I'm coming without cash (Yeah)
Because my cover is paid for anyway
Turn the bombers to the OBI color
You live longer in this city, you're dead, FVN forever, baby

And rains earth on the wooden lid
Swear, the whole city is standing by my coffin
Bury me without gold chains (Ey-yeah)
Because in hell everyone knows my name
Have I always been like this?
Only the skyscrapers make it into the sky, yeah
Bury me without a crown or gold chains (Ey-yeah)
'Cause in hell everyone knows who I was (Yeah)

Deal with fire because I've been where it burns
In the bars and in the stands, on the streets, in the ends
Raven-black Benz, eagle on the shirt
And the hundred-proof bourbon flies into the drink like lava
We were always outside because we had street dreams
Did Lobi with some guys who'll give you the hard stuff


This is exactly why we wear crosshairs on the back of our necks
“A little here, a little there” when they asked me what we were doing
And if I want, then hell will freeze over
And the guys you call when you're stressed, yes, I know them well
Tz, just swear to me, it's coming to an end
Then bury myself in a Burberry parka and a pair of tennis shoes

And rains earth on the wooden lid
Swear, the whole city is standing by my coffin
Bury me without gold chains (Ey-yeah, ey)
Because in hell everyone knows my name
Have I always been like this?
Only the skyscrapers make it into the sky, yeah
Bury me without a crown or gold chains (Ey-yeah)
'Cause in hell everyone knows who I was (Yeah)