Komm unter meinen Schirm [English translation]

Finally the typewriters are silent

A little man is twisting the Lammellengardinen*

Is helping his boss into the stoat (coat)

(bye!)

happy faces everywhere

you see alarms** thrown into the walls

"No Peng-Peng anymore, let's shake hands.

let's burn one and elegantly shake your loins."

Sliding into the bar on hot soles

Excited like kids, scenting presents

Champagne flutes whistle, the tighs are shaking

sitting down on your hat, crumpling your shirt

Dancing like in the tape on Fittnesclip

heels breaking and the case is bobbing

like ten Chinese on a businesstrip

Gazes getting numb and the tongue is getting sharp

"Whos that fella next to me?"

Rough manners are common in this house

The musik makes deaf, the booze blind

shards are flying and swords are meeting

what's a pretty child like doing under so many lunatics?

Get under my umbrella

It smells like heroic deeds and kerosine

srangeling bears and bending metal

more nicks in the Colt*3, enough tears in the strap

wing (sports), drop kick, soared up

grounded, climbing out the window

Teenagers hanging on the windowsill

smoking cigarett filter tips, dribbling (ash) on the floor, when putting it out

elephants on frail boards

swerving in big poses to the pooltable

not hitting like drunk Swinger

the talk's getting bigger, lap dog in the kennel

screw's loose, come on pull on my Finger!

They finish the pact,

no one chickens out

Scratches in the paint

everythings loose and creaking

tears in the cylindric, bets in the belfry

big*4 shots and no sleep for days

Rough manners are common in this house

The musik makes deaf, the booze blind

shards are flying and swords are meeting

what's a pretty child like doing under so many lunatics?

Get under my umbrella

"Can you see this calf here? Exactly right here I'm getting a dragon tattoo..."

"I played the whole game within a week, without a break. That was quite a deed."

You're getting snowbound by cool people

you're getting walled in by big mouthes

Some John is showing his boating certificate

Mc Fit-Brad Pitt falls asleep while talking

Someones throwing up into the buffet

We're sending the yahoo/ roudy home

from the delivery room till the care home

whre no one dances missiles are hitting home

• Artist:Rakede
• Album:Rakede