Yasmin [English translation]

Yasmin from today's perspective

You seem to be something like my first love

Not only simply sweet but also mysterious

And when you greeted me I always grew somewhat nervous

We saw you on the Raucherhof with your older friends

Who laughed about your jokes

While we barely skipped a possibility to watch you

Then you into our class and became the heroine of the ninth grade

Because when the rest remained silent

You sat there in your olive-green bomber jacket

And pit yourself against the math teacher

And his conservative sh*t

Yasmin do you still remember this one summer day

All were bathing in the quarry pond, then there was a thunderclap

But when I wanted to get home fast my bike was gone

A theaf which hurt as much as gold being stolen

As proud as a peacock I sat on your carrier

And everyone was in love with you, I mean really everyone

Yasmin from house no. 16a

It seems to me as if it was yesterday (where you been?)

What pity that you are not around here anymore

Yasmin today I tell to you for the first time

What was always on my mind (I like to tell you things some brothers don't)

Have you never realized that everyone of us was in love with you

Yasmin when you came into our class, this softened my heart

You were so beautiful and you smelled like strawberry ice

Unfortunately you thought this was a joke from me

Yet I wanted love, sex and tenderness

No question, man, you were really the superstar

And one day our eyes met for the first time

And I asked myself if that was a coincidence

You were the only one who could buy wine and cigarettes

I became hot from your red lipstick

No matter what happened, you always stayed cool

And I wrote your name at the school toilet's wall

Yasmin you are the queen, I wrote

Because I had no more words for it

Yasmin, Yasmin, even the teachers felt their knees turn to jelly when you were around

For you I was completely drunk for the first time

For this I felt sorry a complete two days afterwards

For you I stole two shooters for the first time

And for you also flunked the class

But it didn't matter to me, because I loved you

For you I even sat through physics and mathematics

And your picture hang on my wall

Yasmin at you I'd like to burn my fingers

Refrain

Do you remember the class trip to St. Peter

Back then you had lots of admirers

Yasmin, I was one of them

I wanted to be close to you

Sneaked through the corridors of the vacation home

I was after you, I swear it

But you rarely looked at me

Then at the last evening at the dance

We were never so close as while dancing to Terence Trent D'Arby

"Wish me love a wishing well to kiss and tell"

Only the end of the song came a bit too fast

Was this is only wishful thinking or too much of the coast air

Yasmin, may I record you a tape

With songs you'll surely like

I'm quite sure you'll like them

I'm sure you'll like them

And so me, the idiot, sat in front of the tape recorder

Comptely overchalleneged by my own megalomania

No matter what I wrote down

Nothing was as beautiful as this tape being my love letter

If one like you understands it when a song tells you something?

Asking you would be a bit late I believe you liked the tape back then

• Artist:Fettes Brot
• Album:Am Wasser gebaut