Anita war ein Junge [English translation]

His father was an outsider without a driving license

his mother a housewife, well-built

At school he had no friends

because he had very sensitive skin

They called him Anita and they said he was gay

and he would have liked to shoot them

But he just had a rickety penknife

and he lost it somewhere in the woods

Anita was a boy and he cried often

He was a victim but God meant well,

so well...

He changed schools, everything as always,

he lied on the floor during each break

They threw his breads into the ventilation shaft

and on the high bar he bruised both of his testicles

Most times he was on the on the offside, just not in the sports club

He wanted to attack but he had to defend

In the outdoor swimming pool he saw girls, they laughed at him

He stood in the non-swimmer's pool with violent fantasies

Anita was a boy and he cried often

He was a victim but God meant well,

so well...

And now I see a picture of him here in the newspaper

Anita is now a manager, isn't that beautiful?

His business merges with another big one

And he pities all the unemployed ones

Of course I believe him, I know he's not lying

He knows what it is like to lie down below

Anita was a boy and he cried often

He was a victim but God meant well,

so well with him

So well, so well! Meant so well, so well with him