Bilder im Kopf [English translation]

Refrain:

Inside a black photo album with a silver knob

I save all of these photos in my head

I remember back then I was young & rambunctious on the street

I saved all these photos in my head

Inside a black photo album with a silver knob

I save all of these photos in my head

I remember the first time we chilled in the loft

I saved all these photos in my head

It was once long long ago

When mom was pregnant 32 years ago, she screamed cause I was coming.

I was so sweet without the hairs on my balls

But they're still growing now, wait for it.

I grew up in the West until I was 9

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

I can't only say nice things about that decision

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

But everything unfolded smoothly

And my father... I don't wanna talk about him.

I don't expect anything anymore.

I didn't believe in anyone, I only trusted faces

Nights outside, streetlights were all the filled my eyes.

Preserved and filed away, I have saved it

Initialled and numbered, so it will be easy for me

When my memory slowly fades away

I will always know exactly where they can be found

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Back then in the garden with Bobby and so

This rap thing was our new hobby and so

And this grass thing 2 grams from the dealer and so

We dreamed we were celebrities and so

I put on the Jordans with the hols and then a round basketball

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

If we had fun back then... guess what!

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 it all

We would hang around and make music

The microphone in the closet, we knew, that it was work

Preserved and filed away, I have saved it

Initialled and numbered, so it will be easy for me

When my memory slowly fades away

I will always know exactly where they can be found

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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

Of cars with 1000 horsepower and chicken with hot curves

Of parties, of concerts, of the breakups, of the doctors

Of 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 filed it away

I have initialled it and numbered it,

So it will be easy for me

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

But what stays with me is the memory.

[Refrain]