Der Gastarbeiter [English translation]

My grandpa came to this land in a green Opel commodore

Sivas to Lemgo, 7 children without cash

with my grandma, six girls and a boy

he was stricht about work, had everyone here complelled

he wanted, that we would have it better sometime

Becuase we did not move here for better weather

Nothing with school, where was the government

When my mother was 15 she worked in a paper factory

probably the youngest there

it was the time, that she fell in love with an artist

My father sang for Peace as he saw her from the stage

Love in a strange country and culture

My grandpa did not want this, therefore she eloped

eventually she came back and kissed grandpa’s hand

soon afterwards as her little son emerged

who knew her, Ekrem a workers son

earlier Rap fan, now a busines icon

[Hook]

We are a certain type of person

We have struggled hard our entire lives

Little cash, yet we continue

I repeat: Guestworker

We love Germany like crazy from the heart

yet unfortunately every time it does not love us back

Who likes to see his neighbor fail?

unless he is a Guestworker

[part 2]

Believe me that this Freeze here speaks truth

What about Language lessons, back then we worked

I remember, how our freetime looked

We son’s of Guestworksers were only alone at home

I grew up with my cousins Inan and Cem

Meanwhile my parents separated.

As would three big brothers always

we were not rich, plain happy children

Who knows how the stars in the Universe fall

Our Inan died in a traffic accident

Since then the family was never the same

and yet we wanted only satisfaction

what should we do? One can look forward

but had already lost our Laugh in the Face

I loot a you and that makes me brave

Because of that it is on my back: Akbulut

Everything will fall into place.

[hook]

[part 3]

My youngest aunt Handan was not much older

She lived with us like my sister

She was a Rebel, what today i know

She has shown me the music called Hip-Hop

She went to America as an Au-pair

Where she tragically lost her life

and that was our second stroke of fate

although I don’t like this word

This is the story of my Family

Who came from Turkey to Germany

My grandpa died this year, he was sick, God forbid

He worked his entire life and could not speak the language

a generation which sacraficed themselves

so that today i can have

if he had not come to Germany back then

I would not have recorded this song for you

The Guestworker

[Hook]