Karton [English translation]

From my nature, I’m a strong one

there isn’t much that would blow me away. ¹

I think on my feet, ²

I always have a comeback, ³

in every objective, I’m relatively quick to catch on.

Nothing stresses me out, I’m reliable,

but if I’m drunk

I often behave horribly,

I’m sometimes nasty

and in truth, once in a while, weak.

But these phases really don’t last that long with me.

Refrain:

‘ Want to run my head through the wall

I’ve busted my head in the process ⁴

you crack me open like a nut,

breaking the shell open,

you chop me down like an ax ⁵

fells a tree,

you don’t unpack me, but leave me in the carton,

you let the air out, like you would a balloon.

You throw me out, off the track, on which it went so well,

you wake me up from a dream,

in which I was sleeping.

You put a stone on the closed carton,

you let the air out, like you would a balloon.

What should I say, I can’t really just complain,

thinking about you slowly makes me sick to my stomach,

you’re not a knot in my stomach, but more like

a wall surrounding it;

never in my life have I glorified a woman in such a way.

I quietly ask myself, if all this leads to nothing

and if it would be better if I would quickly disappear now.

What should he do, should he go or should he stay,

should he swim, should he drift,

should he still write another song, I -

Refrain:

Want to run my head through the wall

I’ve busted my head in the process

you crack me open like a nut,

breaking the shell open,

you chop me down like an ax

fells a tree,

you don’t unpack me, but leave me in the carton,

you let the air out, like you would a balloon.

You throw me out, off the track, on which it went so well,

you wake me up from a dream,

in which I was sleeping.

You put a stone on the closed carton,

you let the air out, like you would a balloon.

Refrain x 2:

You crack me open like a nut,

breaking the shell open,

you chop me down like an ax

fells a tree,

you don’t unpack me, but leave me in the carton,

you let the air out, like you would a balloon.

You throw me out, off the track, on which it went so well,

you wake me up from a dream,

in which I was sleeping.

You put a stone on the closed carton,

you let the air out, like you would a balloon.

• Artist:Mark Forster
• Album:Karton