Einsam [English translation]

I’ll put on my cap and lock the doors

Poker face – never show people you have feelings

The entrance hall stinks like alcohol and dog shit

Look in the mailbox before I make my rounds

No mail, weather outlook is cold and gray

On my way out, I run into the crazy old lady ¹

Who regularly talks to herself

And looks so worn out that it almost moves you to tears

She has no one, except her little white dog

She sees no reason to say a friendly ‘hello,’

Why should she? Husband’s dead, kids have left,

And she’s a little too old and confused for the internet

I’ll sit on the bench in the park in front of that big tree

And remember how it used to be

The summers of the past are gone by now

The years pass by and you get lonelier

A thousand dreams, a thousand friends

Names and faces fade with such a bunch of people

The wind is icy and beats against my face

I miss my ex, yeah right, fuck that bitch!

Light me a cigarette and take a deep drag²

If the truth be told, we’re doing way too well

You’re living in style, but never get enough

On days like today, I could fight everyone

I put my hand out and feel the first raindrops

I’ll close my eyes and dream about freedom

God damn, I miss the climate in my homeland!

But hey, I grew up here, a stranger here, a stranger there

In plain English that means I’m a stranger everywhere

I look to the sky; I see the eighth floor

Holed up in freedom, this isn’t any fun

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“Yo, what’s up?”

No, no clue. No, man, dunno.

No, sorry, Okay, go for it. bye bye

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I zip my jacket up and walk on further

Meet the boy next door, known city-wide, an outsider

Father’s an alcoholic, his mother split years ago ³

A boy who hangs out the whole day in the streets

He looks as if all his happiness has left him

I don’t think any amount of money could make him happy

I’d like to give him a hand, he only quietly says, “hi”

He moves past me faster than the wind, which whistles today

That makes me sad, what a poor guy

I’d be embarrassed to death, if I were his dad

But I’m not his brother, I can’t interfere

Everybody has their problems and that is his life

Well, I’ll keep moving on, ‘cause I still need some smokes,

A bag of chips for tonight and, yeah, something to drink

Think to myself, fuck it, Fard; shit happens, dude

Walk past the coffee shops and that high-class club

High heels, miniskirts, iPhones, ring tones

Drugs that make you think you lived in heaven

It’s one in the morning and it’s party time,

But the bouncer sends Hussain and Ali home,

That’s the way life works here, it’s not foreign to me

The devil wears Prada, believe me, you don’t recognize him

I turn around again; I see the eighth floor

Holed up in freedom, this isn’t any fun

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„Hello

Hi, a pack of Marlboros, 2 Cokes, and a bag of chips,

Will there be anything else?

No, that’s it. Thanks.

That’ll be 12 Euros, 80 cents please

Here’s a 10,

And… 2.80

Thank you

Yo, you’re welcome

Have a nice evening

Yo, thanks, you too. Bye!

Bye

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I’ll go home the usual way without any stops

I’ve dealt with enough for today and tomorrow

Take a few hectic drags from my cigarette

And I think about Jamal, who I’d probably never forget

I unlock the doors and run up the staircase

My shoes full of mud, but who cares, so are the stairs

I desperately need sleep; I’m not a lazy guy

But you won’t find sleep here, loud noise everywhere

Open up my apartment and take my shoes off

Turn the TV quieter, ‘cause I need some peace

I lay on my bed and I say my prayers

And secretly hope that this time passes by

My eyes are tired and my strength is dwindling

I feel the loneliness from head to toe

‘Cause I’d be back, on the eighth floor

Holed up in freedom – this isn’t any fun

• Artist:Fard
• Album:Invictus (2011)