Was der Bauer nicht kennt [English translation]

Where the bud springs in the apple tree

A boy has shaved his head

Where a sea of flowers is colouring the ground

A sceptic is loading his shotgun

Listen now:

You better piss off really quickly and go home

Or my neighbour will send her thugs out

In the house next to me Eva Braun is living

She's collecting heads of strangers on the rustic fence

Better bugger off from here or she'll make

A lampshade out of you

Intolerance belongs to the bon ton here

So better get lost, you sodding son of a bitch

Have yourself a window seat

Between the mountain and the stream with geese

Something's burning in the beautiful village

Yes, hatred of strangers

Things are separated more precisely here

Keep your eyes lowered

Because what the farmer doesn't know

He won't eat

The wall in in fashion here

The sight is permanently limited

Because what the farmer doesn't know

He won't eat

Where an eagle owl lives in the gable of the roof

A farmer is wiping blood off his yard just now

Where one still gets water from the well

Watchwords are chiming out of the pub

Listen now:

Not liking strangers is a team sport here

When I call my relatives, the whole villages shows up

Only my sister I should leave at the house

Because she has to take care of our son

In this wonderful place a little house is in flames

When the harvest withers and a baby falls ill

Yes, then I'll accuse your devilish hand of all of this

And not the fact that everyone here is drinking and incapable

Have yourself a window seat

Between the mountain and the stream with geese

Something's burning in the beautiful village

Yes, hatred of strangers

Things are separated more precisely here

Keep your eyes lowered

Because what the farmer doesn't know

He won't eat

The wall in in fashion here

The sight is permanently limited

Because what the farmer doesn't know

He won't eat

Where the little calf is resting on the field

Books are only good for heating

Where the beauty of this creation springs

The stupidity is sitting deep inside of the heads

Listen now:

God, you actually don't even want any rows

But taking our jobs away from us all

You smell and you're spreading diseases

Says the NPD

And you sell crack to all of the kids

Cut it with rat poison

My wife is gone and I hate you

Because wogs are just her type

Have yourself a window seat

Between the mountain and the stream with geese

Something's burning in the beautiful village

Yes, hatred of strangers

Things are separated more precisely here

Keep your eyes lowered

Because what the farmer doesn't know

He won't eat

The wall in in fashion here

The sight is permanently limited

Because what the farmer doesn't know

He won't eat

• Artist:Alligatoah
• Album:Schlaftabletten, Rotwein 4