Wenn sie kommen [English translation]

His day began so early, after only an hours sleep

He jumps from a cattle wagon

Unseen to those who come towards him

A grasp in the mandarin crate and he's quickly away from here

Fixated on the tourist at the corner

Unasked he polishes the muck from his shoes

Only for four Dirham

In the vacation season, business booms here

Hes got the shiney Rolex in his eye

If he just glances through the open window,

He skillfully hunts through the open window,

Just before anybody could hear anything

Short of breath, he goes over the roofs of the city

In this Moment, he can be a kid

He shakes the street dirt off

One eye always open, all the lights blurry

Both ears open and listening, ready to quickly escape

And he runs, when they come

Come, come, come, come, come, come [x4]

And they hunt after him, nimble as he is

He forced himself through a slot and runs into shards

He swallows the pain so as to not cry out

He limps on so he won't be caught,

And he ducks down

The police come, he uses older people as a shield

Until he falls over: Punch one, punch two

The tourists are shocked, but they do nothing

Because he shames the cities image

He is only a street kid who is too young for prison

First he plays dead

And when the moment comes, he rips himself free

Short of breath he hides himself in the shadows of the night

In this Moment, he can be a kid

He shakes the street dirt off

One eye always open, all the lights blurry

Both ears open and listening, ready to quickly escape

And he runs, when they come

Come, come, come, come, come, come

[x4]

[Ali As:]

His stomach growls, he waits a moment, breathes deeply

Runs into the store for brand name watches

The sheep in the black strap, the hard road

They pay for the goods only the street market price

Sad scenes in dirty beige

The younger tourists sell Haze

He sees the elders in their Audi TT's

Or sitting at the Ritz before ostrich fillets

And it's clear to him

His dream will be blown away in the flurry of it all

His parents are sick, no helping hand

He, alone, has to be the man here, because someone has to be

And he runs, when they come

Come, come, come, come, come, come [x4]

• Artist:Namika
• Album:Nador