Du bist [English translation]

intro:

I come like Jimmy,

leave like Kurt,

with a bang so loud everybody can hear

old Manowar shirt,

ripped jeans,

Converse were white, now grey, rocked a lot,

always with Andrew from Illinois in the base,

always with my entourage, Vinnie Chase

blue star of the youth

crazy people hanging around

innocence was left on the Mustang's back seat

live the pirate copy of the American dream

make my own film, write my own book

heart beating manically its own beat

got many

used many

loved only one (echo...)

1st part:

you wear your high heels and your tattoos

around your shoulders and your neck like a silk scarf,

I'm in love like a boy in the belly and beneath,

know under your dress wait a thousand wonders,

my parents warned me,

my friends cursed,

but the letters on your back are my sacred book,

I'm the deer in the headlights of your eyes,

I believe, but I lack the evidence for you

the nights get more intensive towards the end

time was never so tough like waiting to see you again

on the bottom of the bottle lies a deeper lake

than you might think when you dive you can see love

my sunglasses are like stuck onto my face

the compass needle turns away from the right way

my legs are tired from the women's stairways

they are still applauding for the smiling clown.

chorus (2x) :

and...

you are

everything for me

everything that frightens me

my silver bullet

my kryptonite and

my anthrax

you are

what I demanded from fate

the round for my head in the pumpgun's chamber

2nd part:

When whiskey doesn't help I drive without headlights at night

through the suburbs, searching for what you aren't

you have never sent the sms I want

under the lantern my soul is waiting for you

your eyes never lie, only your mouth is a thief

who signed every coup with a smile and a kiss,

in your bed I'm secure from the cliffs of the world

my rebellion bursted on your lips

you're the closing credits of the film and I'm still sitting in my seat

you're better than you think, even if you don't like it

I know all your strange stories are true

the day was correct, it was just the wrong year

what you think or feel you never told

we're lying on the blanket and I smell your hair

my home is where you are, no matter which hotel

your dark magic controls the time thats why it passes so fast

and...

you are

everything for me

everything that frightens me

my silver bullet

my kryptonite and

my anthrax

you are

what I demanded from fate

the round for my head in the pumpgun's chamber

my fingers remember each of your scars

your eyes make every other thing lose its colour

you teach me those wonders the world kept a secret from me

since the guy with the tablets climbed down the hill

the pictures on your skin are the map to yourself

even if your bus will never come, I'm still waiting here

melancholia is the leather jacket of my club

I wear it because the leather proves my lines

you're the logo of my club, the hymn of the good ones

the sad, smokey voice of the youth

the sound of the night, silence and barking of a dog

better be a rebel without a reason than a rebel without a mouth!

and...

you are

everything for me

everything that frightens me

my silver bullet

my kryptonite and

my anthrax

you are

what I demanded from fate

the round for my head in the pumpgun's chamber

• Artist:Prinz Pi
• Album:Rebell ohne Grund