Chemie [English translation]

I'm fine, feeling great

I'm a healthy spirit in drugged up body

I'm a morning bird that eats since sunrise

Ibalgin, Aspirin, Zyrtec and Guarana.

That's the right stuff for my beak

with it, I get my brain going.

I can only go out among people when under influence,

even in this harmful environment, and quite calmly too.

And so I preserve myself shamelessly,

I conserve my body so it'll hold out,

while I have a few 'E's in me, I won't spoil

and last a few winters.

I'm telling you, sleep is for losers,

we need Morgan at night and Redbull in the morning.

We're not gonna cry that life passed us by,

and if we're depressed, we can get high.

Fuck it, love,

it's not your fault

that I feel the way I do.

It's not you, it's just chemistry.

We live parallel worlds,

we're constantly high on Paralen

and from this cruel reality

we defend ourselves with a chemical shell.

The most drugged up one survives,

Darwin is dead - long live Zentiva,

it'll help with sickness and with emotions

and even with getting over that feeling

of not having my life in my hands.

And of course, not asking for the reason for this pain,

continue living my private vices,

chaining myself to bed and beating fate with a trick.

And appreciating the same values

as all the citizens of planet Earth.

Starry sky above me

and all the active ingredients in me.

Fuck it, love,

it's not your fault

that I feel the way I do.

It's not you, it's just chemistry.

I'm full of antidotes

that calm the havoc in me,

but even when I'm happy

I know I'm incomplete.

I'm a badass that doesn't cry and with the help of ampules

keeps mental health in his head,

but it's no fun anymore,

I know the states in my head aren't real.

This isn't reality, it doesn't count

it's only pretend, you fool, only mock-play

it's nice but it's false,

it's only chemistry and I'm a mummy.

Fuck it, love,

it's not your fault

that I feel the way I do.

It's not you, it's just chemistry.