Dalszöveg fordítások

A keresés eredménye

Találatok száma: 2


Black turning into blue

Versions: #6
Coming out of the club, has been a good time
Stinking of booze, I'm wrecked, it's a nice life,
Stepping over Schnapps-corpses (Schnapps= strong German liquor) that are decomposing in my way,
I see the rats stuffing themselves in the shadows of the Kebab shops,
Wading through the vomit at the Kotti (Cotbusser Tor, 'Kotti'= place in Berlin known for drug selling), junkies are dazed, behave badly, posh guy of the scene in desperate search of that scene,
Pierced Girls that want me to read Straßenfeger (Straßenfeger lit. Street cleaner, a newspaper sold by the homeless in Berlin)
Half past five, my eyes are burning,
I step on a guy sleeping between dead pigeons,
Hysterical chicks screaming and are panicking cause at the corner there's stress between Tarek and Sam,
Tarek says: shut the fuck up or I'll beat your face up,
Sam is shitting his pants but has to respond sth-
The red soup drips on the asphalt,
I'm getting nauseous, I close my jacket cause it's cold.
Good Morning Berlin!
You can be so ugly, so dirty, so grey,
You can be so beautifully horrible,
Your nights eat me up,
It'll probably be the best for me to go home and get some sleep,
And while I'm walking through the streets, slowly,
Black turns into Blue
Tired phantoms in the neon lights,
With deep wrinkles on their faces,
The morning shift is silent, everybody to himself,
Anger comes up cause the bus doesn't come...
And everywhere there's shit, you'd actually have to float!
Everybody has a dog but nobody to talk to,
I always breath through my mouth, that's part of my life,
I feel sickly, need sth pure against it
I have a heavy head, I need some juice,
I have an urgent desire for 'Bagdad's Baking goods'
It's warm in there, that's where I let go and dream,
With Fatima, the cute bakery girl,
RnB ballads are blasting from parked Mercedes,
End of shift for the street gangs,
A hooligan lies in a woman's arms and cries,
Well this city isn't as tough as you think
Good Morning Berlin,
I'm broken and I wipe your dust out of my eyes,
You're not beautiful and you know it,
Your panorama perverted,
You're not even pretty from afar,
But the sun is slowly rising,
And I know that if I want to or not,
I need you to breath

Shake your bacon

Versions: #3
Yes, yes I'll have a glance tonight.
I'm here well decorated and well ridden.
Everyone's dancing, the ladies are entrancing, a full tray of cream slices (cakes).
The cakes shake your rolls, shake your gold on your chest, shake your wood in front of your hut.
The old men try to nod to your beat.
Hey barman mix something up for me.
He shakes and shakes it to the edge.
A fantastic hit pushes me against the wall.
The DJ is good I shake his hand - Many thanks!
It shakes and waves, everyone turns around to look at you.
She is two tons of pure elegance, she dances with me like a beautiful elephant.
Show me your trunk Come, shake front and back.
Your table is well laid
Shake your bacon
Shake your bacon
Yes, your table is well laid (lots to offer/very pretty),
wow I don't need cutlery,
Delicious, you must let me bite you,
I'm the baker and bake on your hot cheeks.
Your toaster waggles back and forth,
Your fruits is crisp and freshly packed.
The finest truffle, big and compressed.
You're not going to shake me off.
I'll hold onto your thrashing skirt,
I'll stick to your lips like (lip)gloss.
You are beautiful and foxy
a perfected minx
Please be my wife - you shake your head.
I gather my feelings it's hard for me.
My dreams are wrecked
Medics carry me.
I fight the shivers, you are the doctor for me.
Give me some medicine, shake your arse for me!