Bilder im Kopf [English translation]

Refrain:

In a black album with a silver button

I'm maintaining all these images in my head

I remember, back when I was young and wild in the hood

I'm maintaining these images in my head

In a black album with a silver button

I'm maintaining all these images in my head

I remember, the first time we were chilling in the loft

I'm maintaining these images in my head

Once upon a time,

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

I was too cute without hair on my balls

But they will grow, just wait for it

I grew up in the east until I was 9

Orange lights and grey buildings, then the departure into new land

That decision didn't deliver good things only

It was not easy for us three to get it going

But that's how it happened

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

I no longer expect anything

I wouldn't believe anyone, would trust only a few faces

Outside at night, my eyes knew nothing than street lights

Conserved and archived, I have it stored

Initialed and numbered, so I have it easy

And though the memories are slowly fading away

At least I know exactly where to find them

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Back then on the court with Bobby and so on

That rap-thing, our new hobby and so on

And that weed-thing, 2 gramm on commission and so on

We were dreaming about being stars and so on

I was wearing the Jordans with holes and then a round of basketball

In the smoking area Jamal was on the stake

Weither we had fun back then? Take a guess!

But we were not drawing on the school desk just for fun

University was not my thing, not even one semester

We were in need of money, we were rebels, we knew everything better

We hang around and made noise

The microphone in the closet, we knew it would work

And now it is conserved and archived, I have it stored

Initialed and numbered, so I have it easy

And though the memories are slowly fading away

At least I know exactly where to find them

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In my black album with a silver button

There are many images of a guy with a silver head

And many images of good friends and friends who became enemies

From cars with 1000 hp and brides with epic curves

From parties, concerts, broken parts and doctors

And the grades, from the first to the last one

I have images of holidays, images of my grandpa

I was so damn sad when he was dead

But I have it conserved and archived

I have it stored, initialed and numbered

So I have it easy

I know for sure I will not do well for ever

But what remains are the memories

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