Hass [English translation]

Beautiful day, cloudless sky

And the highway is teeming with complete morons.

It's hot and I have no AC...

And the GPS-cunt is jabbering during my favorite ballad.

At the wheel, surrounded by machines,

It's pure magic; I get slightly aggressive.

One moves a little to the right, but blinks left;

I wish a disabled child on him (simsalabim).

It upsets me when people disobey rules,

Which is why you see capillaries popping in my speed-camera photos.

I just wanted to dash off for a short vacation;

Now I need a tranquilizer shot and a voodoo doll.

I couldn't hurt a fly. Nonsense!

I'm much too gross-motoric, gross-motoric, gross-mo... for that.

Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.

Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,

The day is dead, it's the last straw.

Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.

Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,

Disobeying traffic regulations, it's the last straw, yep.

I don't think you realize the consequences of pissing me off.

I have a horn, and I'll use it

To turn (your) nerves into pudding.

If that isn't enough, you'll get the drive-by middle finger.

What are you gonna do?

A young girl is driving the car ahead of me,

But that's inconvenient during rush hour.

Whether geriatric retiree or novice driver,

Everyone fears my wrath... except for the auto-glass dealer.

I look at a car, and can read the driver's character:

In my mind, he's got talons like a crow and laser-eyes, eyes.

Wow, that sure sounds atrocious!

Sorry, I was just thinking out loud.

I couldn't hurt a fly. Nonsense!

I'm much too gross-motoric, gross-motoric, gross-mo... for that.

Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.

Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,

The day is dead, it's the last straw.

Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.

Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,

Disobeying traffic regulations, it's the last straw, yep.

Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.

Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,

The day is dead, it's the last straw.

Hate is a strong word, but it's fitting.

Whenever some dumbass is driving the car ahead of me,

Disobeying traffic regulations, it's the last straw.

I couldn't hurt a fly. Nonsense!

I'm much too gross-motoric, gross-motoric, gross-mo... for that.

I couldn't hurt a fly. Nonsense!

I'm much too gross-motoric, gross-motoric, gross-mo... for that.