Stay here, bastard place,
Out of the world and more and more hidden
Stay here, my mute friend,
As if you were a nice empty dress
I want to leave this place!
Pump, pump, give me a pump
Because I'm feeling like a balloon
Pump, pump, give me a pump
I want to fly over the Alpine sky
Stay here, on the railing,
Do it soon, late, and it'll soon be evening
Stay here, with a tired soul,
Between all of these nervous white people
I want to leave this place!
Pump, pump, give me a pump...
If I were an airplane,
Doing a rotation, uh da da
I'd paint rainbows
Cheering up the world, uh da da
Take me far away, on velvet wings, uhm babe
Because I'm very cold and I got lost!
Come on junkie, move it
Come on junkie, let's move it
Because it'll soon be evening and I'll leave this place
Pump, pump, give me a pump
Because I'm feeling like a balloon
Pump, pump, give me a pump
I want to sing with grandpa Pino
If I were an airplane...
Come on, as you can see,
It's also possible to fly with fake wings
Come on, there's no sun,
Between all these nervous white people
I want to leave this place!
Pump, pump, give me a pump...
Pump, pump, give me a pump
Because I'm feeling like Irene
Pump, pump, give me a pump
You could at least love me!