Bombay Calling [English translation]

[Part 1]

Count me in, he calls me

Indeed still just breathing on credit, the stomach sore

Though soft men now stand to attention

Nobody appeals to me so bitterly

I press my lips to the rim of the bottleneck

One does what one can

One is what one drinks

My bread for the world, 47th gin

I become red when its voice

Sounds as if I was awkward

As if these lines weren't from me

Bombay calling

Only him has deserved to ghostwrite for me

Apart from him no one can write such songs

I believe everything he says

Only with him does my breath pull through the night

[Hook]

Bombay calling, Bombay calling, Bombay calling,

He calls me, I pick up

No matter what Morgan can do, no matter what Hendrick's says

Only with him does my breath pull through the night

Bombay calling, Bombay calling, Bombay calling,

He calls me, I'll jump

The morning heals wounds, as always

Tonight my life once again has gin

Bombay calling

[Part 2]

He has no sympathy for real life

Just a game, that already at the beginning ends with being the last straw

Only him plays the symphony in a way that carries so much

The one that lift me up above everyone tonight

Bombay calling

London dries in the coat pocket

Always the same smirk, always the same bow,

I have no remedy for it

Everyone searches for the spirit of the time, mine comes from the bottle

Apart from him nobody knows where I am today

I don't listen to my gut, I believe the sixth gin

I believe everything he says, only with him does my breath pull through the night

[Hook]

Bombay calling, Bombay calling, Bombay calling,

He calls me, I pick up

No matter what Morgan can do, no matter what Hendrick's says

Only with him does my breath pull through the night

Bombay calling, Bombay calling, Bombay calling,

He calls me, I'll jump

The morning heals wounds, as always

Tonight my life once again has gin

Bombay calling

Bombay calling

• Artist:OK KID
• Album:Zwei