Um uns rum [English translation]

Chorus (2x):

Look around at what's happening; it's happening all around us.

The cops are watching; they're marching all around us.

Their hearts are turning cold; it's freezing all around us.

Everything here around us, in our territory all around us.

Fler:

I write this down and I rap about what bothers me daily.

The clouds are gray and the sight of my area is ugly.

The fear in our heads turn people into beasts and zombies.

The song of the street unending, endless stories.

I see the kids in the area; they are at a lost.

Parents gone, and each of them wonders why have we been stranded?

It's obvious; everyone sees it who isn't blind or deaf.

Berlin is cursed -- look, the hood, all the kids are sad.

You see the gangsters on the street, behind them police lights.

Time is short and everyone wonders how many things am I selling?

That's what I see here every day; for you, that sounds unbelievable.

Gloomy outlook, I run through the maze and get lost.

Chorus (2x)

Nicone:

All around us everything is dark and the streets gray.

The street, the street, how do I get my ass outta here?

Long awaited, now it's moving fast, I gotta get outta here.

The world I live in is collapsing like a house of cards.

I still don't know my way around an ATM

because even as a small boy I only needed straight cash.

Breathe in, breathe out, pull in, pull out

The car is stolen, the beat pumps, street sound.

All around us, nobody who wouldn't sell themselves

They sell honor, they sell dignity

Some want out of this part of town, others build a house here.

Rap lets me realize my dream and I trust the dice.

Chorus (2x)

G-Hot:

For 28 years, you vic, I've lived here in Berlin.

And I know it's not always easy to get one's shit together here.

It's easier to make some quick cash with drugs

Stick by "Maskulin" (*this is a reference to a group of rappers in Berlin*); we strike the path in Berlin.

Today in fashion magazines, back then I was supposed to fuck off.

Everyone needs to know, Germany shit on me.

1000 times applied for ???, but nothing came through.

Every time the same thing, "We are sorry to inform you..."

Today is a monster, I don't fit in the view of these people.

The state and the cops, damn, everybody wants to fight me.

(Because I speak the truth; I know what goes on here in Germany. Friends from back then, you fuckers, you disappointed me, man.)

Chorus (2x)

• Artist:Fler
• Album:Im bus ganz hinten