Ich hasse Kinder [English translation]

I'm getting on a plane

It's getting cold, I can hear screaming

I know the number of my seat

Panic dominates the great sorrow

I get closer to the whining row

The screaming gets louder and louder

The fear gives way to certainty

There's a toddler sitting right next to me

Here comes the question of all classes

“May and can one hate children?”

I hate children

I hate children

The squaller now scrambles back and forth

The mother's browsing a magazine

She silently talks to the child while reading

And eating an apple at the same time

My dear Lord wants to punish me

The pain in the neck doesn't want to sleep

Nor does it stop screaming at all

The father's long asleep like a rock

Here comes the question of all classes

“Can and must one hate children?”

I hate children

I hate children

No, I love them

Yes, I love them

The big ones and the little ones

But they have to be mine

I hate children

I hate children

Here comes the question of all questions:

“Can and must one hit children?”

No, I love them

Yes, I love them

All children, big and small

But they should be mine

[Interlude]

But all of a sudden it turns quiet

The baby's smiling at me, I'm ecstatic

I stretch my hand towards the little one

Who then starts screaming once again

I hate children

I hate children

No, I love them

Yes, I love them

The big ones and the little ones

But they have to be mine

I hate children

I hate children

Here comes the question of all questions:

“Can and must one hit children?”

No, I love them

Yes, I love them

All children, big and small

But they should be mine

• Artist:Till Lindemann
• Album:Ich hasse Kinder