Keine Idole [English translation]

I reduce myself to the minimum

This here is my single and

Satan speaks to you from a ring tone

Whether this thing here is worth it

When schnappi leads the charts

Dieter Bohlen chooses which idiots turn into stars and he doesn’t sense something (welfare) is failing us. You’re unemployed, you’re Germany

That is the dumbest slogan in the world

In my childhood, Hulk Hogan was a hero

Today Arnold is governor and Merkel is chancellor and the world, as we know it gradually breaks apart

Someday before Sylt breaks into pieces, then a huge tanker

And the last oil bleeds away never again a petrol worker

No idols, who I should still believe

If the old ideals gather dust

No idols, no money, no love 3000

And there are no UFOs out there

No idols, who I should still believe

If the old ideals gather dust

No idols, no money, no love 3000

And there are no UFOs out there

That isn’t art, that is the voice of the Euro generation

And we assume the entire building

I bring today the songs of tomorrow

My generation, will be reborn as Pokemon

The kids have Japanese idols with purple ears

Their parents already lost their jobs again

My generation, no future

If they should change something themselves, that would be voodoo

Like the underground submarine under both of us in this day and age one can only distinguish good and evil with difficulty

Is it real or a computer effect

In this foul decade the good keeps itself hidden

No idols, who I should still believe

If the old ideals gather dust

No idols, no money, no love 3000

And there are no UFOs out there

No idols, who I should still believe

If the old ideals gather dust

No idols, no money, no love 3000

And there are no UFOs out there

No love, no work, no future, no job

No friends, no money, no desire

No love, no work, no future, no job

No friends, no money, no desire

No love, no work, no future, no job

No friends, no money, no desire

No love, no work, no future, no job

No friends, no money, no desire

I wear my pali on a fall day

The people look at me, like I’m a Taliban

I’m Pi Guevara, an idol for the youth

And I find Sex and the City teaches you to whore yourself

Big Brother is a remake from Animal Farm

And I personally got my charm from Al Bundy

informed by the TV

and the wish, that the sharp smell of this

visual throw up vanishes

one can’t trust their eyes, like one assumes

we were only on the moon thanks to Stanley Kubrick

Where does the advancement stay?

If the space shuttle doesn’t explode flying just into orbit sometimes

We were never on the moon, that the Chinese will do soon

They are already mocking us now, we just can’t read it

• Artist:Prinz Pi