Bilder im Kopf [English translation]

Refrain:

In a black photo album with a silver knob

I keep these photos in my head

I still know that time when I have been joung and wild in the block

I keep these photos in my head

In a black photo album with a silver knob

I keep these photos in my head

I still know when we first time chilled in the loft

I keep these photos in my head

It was once long long time ago

When mom was pregnant 32 years ago, she screams, cause I'm coming!

I was so cute without hair on my balls

But they're going to grow, just you wait

I grew up in the East, till I was 9

Orange light and gray houses, then we leaped into the new land.

I can't say only good things about that decision

Cause it wasn't easy for the three of us to get established here

But everything came along like that

And my father... I don't want to speak about him

I don't expect anything anymore

I didn't want to believe anyone, just trusted few faces

Nights outside, the eyes were familiars only with streetlights

Preserved and archived, I have saved it

Sealed and numbered, so that it's easy for me

Even though the memory slowly is fading away

At least I know exactly where I can find them

[Refrain]

Back at that time in the yard with Bobby and so

That rap thing our new hobby and so

And that grass thing 2 grams on commission and so

We dreamed we were celebrities and so

I put on the Jordans with the holes and then a round of basketball

In the smoker's corner Jamal was standing at the totem

Did we have fun at that time... guess

But we didn't just paint our schooldesks for fun

University didnt't fit into my world, not even half a semester

We needed money, we were rebels, we thought we knew everything better

We hanged around and made music

The microphone in the wardrobe, we knew that it will work

Preserved and archived, I have saved it

Sealed and numbered, so that it's easy for me

Even the memory slowly is fading away

At least I know exactly, where I can find them

[Refrain]

In my black photo album with a silver knob

Are many photos from a dude with a silver head

And many photos from good friends and friends that became enemies

From cars with 1000 horsepower and chicks with hot curves

From parties, from concerts, from the fractures, from the doctors

From the certificates, from the last to the first

I have photos of the holidays, photos of my grampa

I was so damn sad, when he died

Yet I have preserved and archived it

I have saved, sealed and numbered it

So that it's easy for me

Because I definitely know, things won't always go smoothly for me

But what reamins to me, is the memory.