Wie Zuhause [English translation]

[Intro]

I sit in a Starbucks in Phuket

The Wi-Fi is faster than at home

Maybe this vacation will bring me closer to other cultures

I sit in a Starbucks in Phuket (Starbucks in Phuket)

Served by a waitress from Mainz (yeah, from Mainz)

Maybe that's the modern style-

The way you can reach for the stars

Maybe, oh, maybe (maybe)

[Part 1]

See ya, I'm out, whoever's looking [for me], get out of here!

Sometimes I Google the places that you can't find on Google

I want to, in the places where the tourist mobs don't set foot,

Set foot, Tourists are always the other guys

I want to take cell-phone photos of Millennia-old monuments

That are endlessly photocopied by professional photographers

To order, in the local dialect, the same food

That I would order in my local pub: "You have roast lamb?"

I want to buy some overpriced mementos from a junk dealer

That ultimately collects dust on a shelf

I want some green to fall upon my retinas

Only, not to go into a greenhouse, instead, to go into a camping tent

Because I want to fresh air, I'm nature-conscious

I pay the price: pollution from a plane in the carbon footprint

Go from check-in to check-in in a panic, lose the luggage, infections

Or with a jet pilot's stress-hormones

Exchange currency, electricity in the hotel reception

Coming down from the trip, I order a Beck's in a can

I look for a German channel on the television, self-reflection

While they ask me, "How do you like it, Señor?"

[Bridge 1]

I feel like I'm at home

Only, when I'm at home, I want to leave

And again I book a flight right on the nose

From home, right into the frying pan

Because anywhere else is, when you really

think about it, just a disguised version of here

Déjà-vu, things sprouting from the ground

I see Opel, I see Pringles

And the Moon- never from behind

Déjà-vu, everyone breathes, some smoke

People ask about your beliefs

You have a hangover after drinking

Déjà-vu, everyone runs when they must

Some people have breasts

Teenagers fight with their appetites

Déjà-vu, people stack a couple of stones

Then they have a residence

Without food, it's shitty

[Part 2]

I take pictures till my finger is sore, painstaking backdrop

I'm not here for fun, I'm producing memories

M-m-memories for rainier days

Because a job routine and a desire to have children is like an execution

[Bridge 2]

Home, home, home, home

Home, home, home, home

[Part 3]

Hola, I'm back, it was so amazing

Collected impressions like they were Tro--uh--phies

Flying fish, Carribean rhythms, love stories

If I hadn't been constantly posting, there would be too much to explain

It's like I'm born again, (uh) not a difficult birth

You can see it in my indigenous tattoo and my break-up-hairdo

Damn right, I change the way I speak-uh

"Everything fresh, mate?" is my new catchphrase

From fast-food-loser to a heartfelt vegetarian

Now I only eat cows that drive Ferraris

I play sports now (so amazing), next summer- Olympic trials

Once again I'm forever finished with my alcohol career

New hobby: making pottery, my new religion is radical

Now I perforate you for the nature gods

Since I've been a bungee jumper, I have ventricular fibrillation

I just want to be different, just like the other kids

They hate the trend, until they noticed, filled with rage

To hate the trend is also just another trend

For some travelling, I brought my ID

But no passport lets me travel out of my own skin

I reinvent myself, but create only a replication

I turn my life around today by 360 degrees (360 degrees)

Even with the visible improvements, my vest remains black (black vest)

Exchangeable, bad day, witch hunt

Then I run away from myself and think, if I am faster than thoughts

Then I leave my mistakes behind me

But even with the ability to fly, I remain a prisoner

Like a fowl in an egg-laying battery

I put myself into an embarassing situation with my humble self

To be alone, but that was too much with my humble self

I perch in a vacation paradise with a moderately severe allergy to myself

[Part 4]

I travel upon this earth in the fold

But I will not be free of myself

All of my mistakes, all of my mistakes

All of my mistakes in my luggage

I travel via airlines and with rafts

But I will not be free of myself

All of my mistakes, all of my mistakes

All of my mistakes in my luggage

Spacially, the distances are great

But I will not be free of myself

All of my mistakes, all of my mistakes

All of my mistakes in my luggage

I reach for the stars and the dirt

But I will not be free of myself

All of my mistakes, all of my mistakes

All of my mistakes in my luggage, ooh

[Outro]

I feel like I'm at home

Only, when I'm at home, I want to leave

• Artist:Alligatoah
• Album:Schlaftabletten, Rotwein V