Musik ist keine Lösung [English translation]

Dear *Kaliba, nice try

Critical lyrics, do-gooder-blues

You think you give the system a reparation

But underestimate the law of nature

Because we come with coal power

The monopoly of power, with ammo en masse

Get a lodge seat through corruption

You come with a sheet of music, we died laughing!

(Look)

David against Goliath

Is from a storybook full of made-up nonsense

Before you raise a storm for the generation

We drive a hovercraft through a moonscape

An anti-war-sound production?

Pff, something new

John Lennon did this back in the 70s

It indeed helped a lot

You make a song against the mean world

And just now someone ordered rice in China

Then war comes back and you quickly realize:

Music is no solution

The melody triggers hope in them

Today the festival-scum raises its fist

But tomorrow they wake up in their own vomit

Music is no solution

What do you want? Carry people with your songs

From the wrong path to civil courage?

Above all crisis states peace flags?

Do you want to have another kidney?

Do you think you're now the voice of society?

They find you cool until you have money

Maybe you'll be loved by some because of your bold step

Others will say: He only wants good publicity!

No, it isn't easy, you have to endure the headwind

Dubious people from the wrong corner will clap for your next single

For example suit-disguised, right-wing extremist dumbasses

Who post your video because they hunt for youth votes

Of course, because no one understands your lyrics after a *Jever palett

You are responsible for more drunken bodies than rescued lives

It will be hard to explain satire in a village

It is pearls before drunkards

Give people embassies and your temper

They will just fight over who knows you longer

Don't think that they will remember anything

Besides the download of the MP3

You make a song against the mean world

And just now someone ordered rice in China

Then war comes back and then you quickly realize:

Music is no solution

The melody triggers hope in them

Today the festival-scum raises its fist

But tomorrow they wake up in their own vomit

Music is no solution

If you know everything better, you prodigy

Why aren't you in the ***Bundestag?

You thought the job as a protest singer is crisis-proof

But would it be world peace no one would need your songs anymore

If you would free the hostages in Guantanamo

And the world climate reaches status quo again

I have to point it out without being mischievous

You sing yourself into unemployment

Admit it: You need the tears, the fear

The hero-junks, the cancer patients

The bands of thugs, the selling of girls

The denunciators next door

The military tyrants, the hate campaigns

The career sluts, the laser barriers

The toxigenic substances which end up in the ocean

The planet goes swimming but we go together!

Pour yourself a glass and you will realize no one notices you

The glass is half empty, master

Allow the doubt to fuck your head up

Because there's still crap in every optimist

Do it like us, we don't care about the creation

If God only needs seven days he can do it more often

Pulp guitar and filler

You'll be invincible through indifference

Nothing is awful and reprehensible anymore

Take a room with sea view

While the scum down there dig their own grave

Give humanity- I'M NOT DONE YET!

Give humanity up, Kaliba, you're wasting your art

They want change but say their hands were tied

Because dark powers are controlling them, blah, they are whining again

But people aren't evil, people are just stupid

• Artist:Alligatoah
• Album:Musik ist keine Lösung