Mont Klamott [English translation]

In the middle of the city, between dust and street noise

A green bulge is growing from the bowels of the city

There, for the weekend, we hang our lungs out in the wind

Until their worn out wings are completely refreshed with air

The other day I’m sitting with an old lady on the bench

We talk about this and that, then I say: “Thank God

They finally realised, the fathers of this city,

that the likes of us need a bit of fresh air to breathe”

Mont Klamott - On the roof of Berlin

Mont Klamott - The fields are so green

Mont Klamott - On the roof of Berlin

Mont Klamott - The fields are so green

The old lady smiles wearily:

“Let them rest, the fathers of this city

They've been so dead since Germany's ascension to heaven

The mothers of this town put the mountain together cart by cart

Mont Klamott - On the roof of Berlin

Mont Klamott - The fields are so green

Mont Klamott - On the roof of Berlin

Mont Klamott - The fields are so green

• Artist:Silly
• Album:Mont Klamott