You say – Du sagst

You say “I don’t wanna grow up” and you are right
You say “I don’t wanna grow up” and you are right
Because your “growing up” has nothing to offer me
Because your “grown-up world” has nothing to offer me
Except for work, duty, stress, and no free time
Broken dreams, morals, and loneliness

You say “I don’t want to go to work” and you are right
You say “I don’t want to go to work” and you are right
Because I hate getting up with the clock
And longing for Friday on Monday morning
Working a job with little money and little sense
For a company with high net profits

You say “I don’t want to lead a regular life” and you are right
You say “I don’t want to lead a regular life” and you are right
Because the rules here tie us all down
We’re always travelling, just so we don’t have to be here
Having a night out with colleagues 
Being bored, owning a car and a single-family house 

You say “I’m against everything here” and you are right.
You say “I’m against everything here” and you are right.
I don’t want any of this shit here and I’m not the only one
And for me, it’s not enough to be silent or just concerned
I won’t be silent and I won’t take it anymore
I want more than “a little better” or “not quite so bad”

I will decide on my own in which direction I will grow
And I will work on the things I like
My rules say that dreams are precious
And don’t tell me it’s impossible and wrong
Because I want a good wild life
I will fight for it and I will give everything to get it
Because we want a good wild life
And we will fight for it and we will give everything to get it

What is love really? - Was ist eigentlich Liebe ?

Where is the beginning, where is the end, where does it come from, who decides that?
How does tenderness come into my hands and where does the remainder come from?
Am I important, am I beautiful, or am I losing my colors already?
We search for arms to hold us and for that we pay a finder’s fee.
I hope you never become something I want to have just because it isn’t mine.
With whom do we grow happy? And who just wipes off their loneliness upon us?

It hurts, it feels good; and if that’s all, then what remains. ?
Tell me what, what is love really.

Who fills our mouth with kisses?
And in whose bed do we sleep well?
Why don’t we want to stay when we have to?
And what makes happiness surge through our blood?
Will I find something new if I stay or if I go?
How much weight does it need to endure?
And how many words do I not understand?
Oh, we are suffocated by the kissed kisses
Become strangers to ourselves and do not care
And if we break up in the end
Are we damaged then or are we two?

It hurts, it feels good and when that’s done, then what remains?
Tell me why, tell me how, and tell me what, what is love really?
It hurts, it feels good; and if that’s all, then what remains. ?
Tell me what, what is love really.

How do you not lose your mind? / Warum drehst du nicht durch

Tell me: how do you do it?
You keep on going every day as if it were nothing.

And if the whole world is sick, how do you stay healthy?    
And when the whole world is crazy, how do you stay sane?

You separate your garbage and on Fridays do some exercise.
Your living room is full, and you feel so empty.

And when so much weight is on your chest, how do you keep breathing?
And when the whole world is broken, how do you not break apart?

Life fades like posters on the wall.     
You try to be happy but you look so tense.

And when you always have to smile, where do your tears fall?
And how much can you suppress without forgetting who you are?

Are you just before a breakthrough or just stepping on thin ice?
And when you don’t want to see any more, how will you find a way out?

And if the whole world is sick, how do you stay healthy?    
And when the whole world is going crazy, how do you stay sane?

Our House – Unser Haus

A house for all who disagree
A home in the streets that don’t belong to us
They have sold it
They want to tear it down
Because we disturb their order
But I feel at home here, life goes wild here, ideas set each other on fire
This is my place to meet, my place to talk
In a world where there is no place for us

It is our house! It is our house!
It’s dirty, broken, ugly, but still beautiful
It is the loud NO! It is the loud NO! With exclamation marks behind it.

In your material world, in your tidy city
Our dreams have no worth
We are the cracks in your order
And now you hunt for those cracks
So no one will hear us talk back
But this is not just about real estate, this is not just about money
And all your worthless riches.
This is about the question: Who owns the world?
What is right? And what is wrong?

It is our house! It is our house!
It’s dirty, broken, ugly, but still beautiful
It is the loud NO! It is the loud NO! With exclamation marks behind it.

You’ve taken so much from us, what’s left is our rage
But be careful because it’s coming back at you
‘Cause with every brick that you tear from the wall
You tear away a piece of us
And don’t think we’re gonna watch as you feed on our dreams
Your air will burn if you don’t let us breathe
Your air will burn if you don’t let us breathe

It is our house! It is our house!
It’s dirty, broken, ugly, but still beautiful
It is the loud NO! It is the loud NO! With exclamation marks behind it.

A patched-up “us” and a broken “me” - Ein geflicktes wir und ein kaputtes ich 

We’re sitting here together, without peace or bliss
And even if you scream now, you won’t bring it back
We’re sitting here and waiting, not knowing what we’re waiting for
As we grow, with our borders, invisible and pale
We are a hole without a bottom, both hanging in the air
Between us and what was so near, there is now an abyss

No friend, no lover. We can’t go on like this
Because what would be left of us
Is a patched-up “us” and a broken “me”.

We had our good times, and when I think of them, I am rich
But now we spend more time with fighting and power games.
It’s been like this for weeks now, a dark mood lies upon us
How much can you bend yourself when you want to become happy?
We talked it over a thousand times, sometimes calm, sometimes ugly, sometimes stressed.
We cried, we cursed, we puzzled, but never put all the pieces together.

No friend, no lover. We can’t go on like this
Because what would be left of us
Is a patched-up “us” and a broken “me”.

I know that I will miss you. Honestly, I already do. 
Where there’s anger, there’s also love, and I cherished a lot about you.
I stayed such a long time for fear that you would fall.
But I cannot save you if you won’t save yourself.
I wish us a good landing. I wish us strength. I wish us something to hold onto.
I know the coming weeks will be pretty cold. 

No friend, no lover. We can’t go on like this
Because what would be left of us
Is a patched-up “us” and a broken “me”.
No friend, no lover. We can’t go on like this
Because what would be left of us
Is a patched-up “us” and a broken “me”.

Thanks a lot for putting all the efforts in the translation of our lyrics to: 
A.ndy, Alexias, Bine, Café, Christin, Dave, Grace, Johannes, M2F, Markus, Matthias, Miriam, Nils, Paul und Tilman!