100x [English translation]

They said that everything is just a journey and you only get a break

In the brief moments when you’re at home

Old streets, holy world, neighbors slowly die away

New kids smoke the same shit, hidden in their hands

The swing at the playground swings the same way it swung back then

On the night when someone jumped onto the train tracks

Suburban idyll for parents, hell for kids

Every evening after the news, absolutely nothing

Always wanted out, wanted into the city

The Rolling Stone made small, rolled into one sheet

In the subway with our feet lazily on the seats

Every one of us thinks the same thing: “There’s nobody who understands me

Nobody who’s like me” – young fists clenched

Polish fireworks light up the forest

Today is not our day, you said

This wasn’t our year, we thought

But in retrospect it was super good, wonderful

One song played the whole day, a hundred times

And it never bothered us

Always the same paths, the streets in my neighborhood

Whistling songs, walking over the same eternally old stones

Where time never goes by and the parties are disappointing

Always sitting there, flicking cigarettes where the train tracks cross

With seven people in the Ford, sipping imported Faxe (beer)

Someone is pumping bass through his gangster-box

Russian style, sitting in a circle, spitting on the cobblestone

Eyes with heavy edges from the terrible weed from the dealers

Because the only thing that stays the same is that nothing ever changes

Strolling by the shops again

Wasting your youth, everything repeats itself in a circle

(Hook 2x)

Back in the day at our bus stop

Alone with my buddies, dirty and cold

What happened to “best friends forever?”

Are the same people impaired today?

We were here, the wall proves it

We used to know each other by heart

We have the same place in our heads

Back then, our heads were still filled with Gorbatschow Vodka

Behind our hangout where we hung around in the summer nights

Fingers pulled the labels off and off the neck of the Becks

When the last cig like a one-eyed wolf faded out

And our lives became blurred with our favorite songs

That we sang by day and shouted by night

We were weak, we turned the volume up and borrowed its power

VW Polo covered with ashes, the CD completely scratched

Seventh heaven, seventh hell, all in one night

We were kings with only Schnaps and Chio Chips

What our eyes saw was bigger than the video clips

And the first kisses are still the most honest

Every mixtape that we made was our lives’ meaning