Hello Girl, Listen to me
around four in the morning tomorrow
I come to pick you up
and wait at the back door
you still write a farewell letter
and stick it to the kitchen cupboard:
Dear parents, a thousand thanks
but your world that makes me sick
We are driving through empty streets
far out on the highway
whatever comes our way, our horizon begins!
And then they will be looking for us
but they never find us
and the philistines curse:
This is anarchy!
Born to be wild
Born to be wild, yeah
Just look at the types of these
Baby, I've got it figured
Moscow, Bonn and Pentagon
they babble out and nothing happened
Shall they still close their palaces
and all weapons explode into space
but they knock only false slogans
and they are ruinning the planet
But we are quite many
and we become more and more
and to our victory
we don't need no more war, no war.
Born to be wild
Born to be wild, yeah
We are running through empty streets
far out on the highway
whatever comes our way, our horizon begins!
Born to be wild
Born to be wild, yeah
And the philistine will curse you
because you go for it:
monkey (A person who is mocked, duped), sympathizer and communist
And the philistine will curse you
because you go for it:
anarchist, anti-social, radical and criminal.
Born to be wild
Born to be wild, yeah