Die grüne Regenrinne III [English translation]

[Intro: Martin Semmelrogge]

What happened previously

"They call it a bar..."

"He saw me there in lovely lingerie..."

[Part: Alligatoah]

The sky had reddish stripes like irritated skin

As if it had called to the evening, "Go on, whip me!"

As I rolled to the bar of that disastrous day

I thought a flashback came, but it was just radar control

Inspector Gatoah has to commit the crime scene

I stepped to the arena where they make a national sport out of liver cancer lottery

In the shabby tavern full of useless losers

Dominated fragrance tequila and subtropical climate

Oxygen countered the coalition of excrement wort

And nicotine is not even the five-percent hurdle

What I felt in light of the nasty smells,

was far down the list of my favorite feelings

By the tables by the wall sat a pizza delivery guy

with a cigarette in the hand and certain arrogance

I looked at him suspiciously until I understood

that the guy isn't relevant to the story at all

I asked the toilet woman "Where's the showdown?"

No answer but she wasn't lazy for discussion, no

She was deaf and didn't hear a word from my trombone

I brooded over contradiction in the word clay pigeon

deep in my thoughts I saw at the back of the bar

an almost interstellar, at least heavenly lady

I felt like I heard bells ringing, like a bell system

She poured more sugar into my heart than a drinking chocolate

more sugar than a whole raspberry plantage

so that the volume regulator of my voice quit:

"Good evening!", I hoped that I sounded like the godfather

but had the childish cringy charm from internet language

She seemed to recognize me which visibly frightened her

because her face changed colors and went towards security forces

I wanted to score points by speaking nobly like a writer

but there was nothing to be saved, man, fuck my face

I had thought, my dungarees

had to play the aphrodisiac effect of saxophone

Surprisingly she didn't want to shoot nudes

After a slap on the face from her, I saw only astronomy

I was grabbed by the neck like a kitten

Pointed to the list of guests that they no longer wanted here

On the criminal photo I resembled a crumpled ferret

I was thrown out the back door next to the Dixi toilets

and there I saw them - the green gutters

Should I find the wrongdoer in this backyard?

The rainpipe ended beside the barrels full of barley juice

For the guests in the pub and a forgotten toolbox

As the thoughts so circled, I had completely subconsciously started to

divert beer from the tank with a hammer and chisel

via gutter, which stretched my mouth and produced stretch marks

but I still could not access the context

didn't find an open door to the train of thought

and drank and drank and drank and oh well, there was just fire in me

that could certainly with huge gusts

ruin the forest even worse than the production of palm kernel oils

When I woke up this time in the mountains in alpine heights

surrounded by vultures, after really concentrated drone

And nothing on the body except a damp cold panties

the old was forgotten, there was a new case to solve