Herrmann hieß er [English translation]

Herrman doesn't give a shit about life

He tells himself: what can life possibly give to me

He reads Carlos Castaneda

Who lives light as a feather

The real life, where ghosts hover

Is worth living for Herrmann

Something else is wrong for him

Herrmann shoots up mixtures

He tells himself: this way any idiot reaches top speed

He feels himself wise and enlightened

When he tenderly moistens his tongue with speed

The real life, where ghosts hover

Has a sense for Herrmann

Something else doesn't work for him

High-flown, way out, miles away, worn-out

Feel good, feel high

High-flown, way out, miles away, worn-out

Feel good, feel high

High-flown, way out, Herrmann where are you, hey?

Miles away, worn-out, Herrmann where are you?

Herrmann is high!

Herrmann goffs mango and hazel grouse

He tells himself: better than breathe one's last sigh now

He loves the positive vibrations

Which go easy on his nerves

He can't experience real life just like that

He needs the syringes and the pills

To fill up his blood

Herrmann gets shiny balls

He tells himself: Shit, this on top, my goodness

Negative vibrations,

Herrmann could live without those until now

There! The wall is falling down,

Boy, and the ceiling is coming down

And the carpet is getting deeper and deeper

And the words and their meaning!

Mummy! Daddy!

Please open the door at once, it's the police!

Insanity is a trip to hell

The mind gets sick and staggers

In(to) always new dimensions

There, where the bad forces live

High-flown, way out, miles away, worn-out

Feel good, feel high

High-flown, way out, miles away, worn-out

Feel good, feel high

High-flown, way out, Herrmann where are you, hey?

Miles away, worn-out, Herrmann where are you?

Herrmann is high!

Herrmann has had it!

• Artist:Nina Hagen
• Album:unbeagen