Crime Time [English translation]

Lost Angeles sometime on Wednesday late in the evening

It was one of many evenings in this downtown,

not much of the glitz of Rodeo Drive was left over

Rather, it seemed like the stress of the day that tormented the air

was considering which of two men it should suffocate first

One man was Bill A. Hemingway,

his friends called him Philosopher, the other man -- was me

Oh oh oh Crime Time

Oh oh oh Crime Time

Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive

Yeah yeah yeah run for your life

Oh oh oh Crime Time

Oh oh oh Crime Time

Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain

Yeah yeah yeah Crime Time again

The Philosopher and I sat in his apartment,

close to the black-and-white occupied blocks near Central Avenue

There was not much out of the ordinary about Hemingway,

if you could manage to ignore his hands and his smile

His hand movements brought to mind a moth,

the day already seemed far too long, so that you almost wanted him to smile,

as long as you had a chance of living

Oh oh oh Crime Time …

Now Hemingway smiled,

Because his Gloria had sent me to him,

in order to clear up a very private problem.

I was the private problem, and his .38 Automatic

was aimed right at my solar plexus

Oh oh oh Crime Time …