Das fremde Wesen [English translation]

I don't just believe in the existence of aliens.

I even believe that they've been living among us.

Extraterrestrials fleeing their galaxies

and going straight to Earth.

They've adapted and look almost

just like us, just prettier.

They like to eat seeds,

but never gyros or Döner.

I know that such an alien

speaks a foreign language.

It sounds almost exactly like ours,

but it can't be understood.

When it says "yes", it means "no",

If it wants to be nice, it seems cool.

It says: "I only need five minutes,"

that shows a confused sense of time.

I'm almost afraid that when it landed its ship,

entering the planet

it somehow lost its sense of logic.

Because unfortunately it doesn't like to think,

it's easier to steer

with bizarre emotions.

It's not easy to live with it.

The alien being

from the infinitely distant star,

that's so infinitely foreign to me --

I just like it anyway.

The being with whom I have absolutely nothing in common:

it is my beloved enemy:

in whom I still do not trust:

This being is called "woman".

I don't just believe in the existence of aliens.

I even believe that they've been living among us.

Aliens what were banished,

because it time it was realized,

they always take more than they give.

They've adapted

and almost seem

like us, only uglier.

They're not cute, they're rarely peaceful,

and certainly never reliable.

I know that such an alien

speaks a foreign language.

It sounds almost exactly like ours,

but unfortunately they don't answer to it.

You want to talk to it,

it seems mostly distracted.

In many cases, it's not the brain

with which it thinks.

Maybe it metamorphosed,

upon entering the planet

and not only its heart went down the drain.

It doesn't want to read, it can hardly write

and loves to drift

of bundled hormones.

It's not easy to live with it.

The alien being from the infinitely distant star,

that's so infinitely foreign to me --

I just like it anyway.

The being with whom I have absolutely nothing in common:

it is my beloved enemy:

in whom I still do not trust:

This being is called "man"

Is this the reason,

why we fight each other so much?

Did we come from different stars

and just meet each other,

in order to quickly reproduce?

That would explain a lot.

For example, why you are all so difficult.

...and why you are never understood

...and why you look so funny

...and why you never know how you're doing...

...and why you are never understood

• Artist:Wise Guys
• Album:Radio