9010 [English translation]

We walked across the street

Carried by adrenalin

We ran fast like rabbits

But we weren't faster than cars ever

Born to be victims

It's time to understand

That where we live people like us have to take a lot of stick

The mouth full of blood

Calling an ambulance

Searching for the punched out tooth with the phone light on

It was never a fight

We just ran always

You were imposing

Shoulders like a hulk

Confident walk

Different rules applied for you

You're strong, you're allowed to do it

I never asked myself

What made you this tough

Today you look different

The years came into the country

I almost didn't recognize you as you were standing at the gas station

plastic bag, corn

"Westpoint"-cigarillos, bad skin

Chemnitz-city-swag

Everything looks sad somehow

I thought I would be happy seeing you like this

Karma fucks back

Kinda beautiful

But nothing is beautiful

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I would like to point my finger at you

Look at him, this stupid piece of shit

But no, after all this time

After all these years I suddenly feel sorry for you

I would like to point my finger at you

I would like to laugh at you

But no, no feeling of triumph

Not one speck of vengeance for me

First they kicked you out of the combat sport club

You were even too rank for them

Then you lost your job

Later you spent some time in prison

Then came alcohol and drugs

You became a burden

You swore: "Nothing compares to brotherhood"

But suddenly none of your brothers were on your side anymore

The memories about you and the past

Just covered up

Obliterated, overridden

For the buddies you loved

You are nothing more than the dark point in their biography

And they don't like to talk

About this phase of their life

That's why they don't greet you

When they see you on the street

In the past you made action

In the past you smacked Zecken 1

In the past you let 16 year olds eat the curbstone

Now you are losing teeth yourself

Glassy eyes, beer stench

Today no one gets bullied, no one is afraid of you

Rather one is worried about you

How you sit completely baked

Under the neon light of the gas station advertisment

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1. cuss word for foreigners, foreign looking people, punks, lefties

• Artist:Kummer