Karl-Marx-Stadt [English translation]

I like coffee, cigarettes and Diamant bikes,

I never was the sit-in-front-of-the-class-and-put-his-hand-up,

more like a poser, a space cadet,

that actually didn't change to the present day, damn!

I can't help it but most people don't understand

that it's not my fault when my life is crap.

But acutally the system's, politics and Hartz IV,

doesn't matter whose fault it is, but not mine.

I'm from Karl Marx city, I'm a loser, baby, original Eastener

I'm from Karl Marx city, I'm a loser, baby, original Eastener

I'm from Karl Marx city, I'm a loser, baby, original Eastener.

I'm on no guest list,

I'm not even cool in a town full of Nazis, retirees and pupils.

I banana-eating cruise around the Karl Marx head in my Trabant,

the streets are deserted and the food without dye stuffs.

Discriminated, but I'm motivated, water trickles from the ceiling, nothing functions.

That's how we live in Saxony, on modern mattresses,

always jivey but no money in the pockets.

I'm from Karl Marx city, I'm a loser, baby, original Eastener

I'm from Karl Marx city, I'm a loser, baby, original Eastener

I'm from Karl Marx city, I'm a loser, baby, original Eastener.

I'm from Karl Marx city, I'm a loser, baby, original Eastener

I'm from Karl Marx city, I'm a loser, baby, original Eastener

I'm from Karl Marx city, I'm a loser, baby, original Eastener.