Kein Modelmädchen [English translation]

I'm not a sweet, little mouse

Not a princess, or a diva

Among white poodles

I'm more like a golden retriever

I rarely drink Hugo

Instead often Tequila

I don't play games

I'm rather straight forward

I don't really wear high heels

Because I love my sneakers

I'll sit right into the dust

And dance in the rain during a storm

I never giggle quietly

Mostly I laugh really loud

All the things I'm thinking

I like to voice out loud

I'm not the hottest cake

More like an overly loyal tomato

I can't twerk, I can't do ballet

I can do yoga and hobby-karate

And when I put a face of make-up on

It's wasted after one bicycle-ride

I don't have what it takes

To become a Fashion-blogger

(Oh oh ohhh)

Sometimes I'd like to be more beautiful

But that feeling doesn't last

(Oh oh ohh)

Because I'm not a model-girl

I'm completely imperfect

I'm not a morning beauty

Always dishevelled by the night

On me even girl-jeans

Look more like boyfriend-trousers

Looking at my fingertips

You can tell that I play the guitar

That's the reason why I can never

Wear french nails

I constantly buy the most colourful dresses

But then end up wearing mostly just black

And if I eat such a tiny muesli for breakfast

I'll unfortunately won't feel full

No snapshot of me

Is suitable for Insta

Because I'm not constantly ready for photos

Isn't it enough if I like myself?

(Oh oh ohhh)

Sometimes I'd like to be more beautiful

But that feeling doesn't last

(Oh oh ohh)

Because I'm not a model-girl

I'm completely imperfect

(Oh oh ohhh)

I'd like to be more elegant

But then I wouldn't be real any longer

(Oh oh ohh)

I am not a model-girl

I am completely imperfect

That you're looking in her direction

Is something I've clearly just seen

And that's how I know

That you are into model-girls

So today I'd like to be one

Just in order for you to like me

But that would be a lie

And I couldn't hold on to that

You, as a model-girl-boy

Will remain the way you are

Wherever we go, we'll surely find

What's best for each of us both

And out of every grape results good wine

Everything turns beautiful when the sun shines on it

And the person that we are,

we're supposed to be!

(Oh oh ohhh)

Sometimes I'd like to be more beautiful

But that feeling doesn't last

(Oh oh ohh)

I'm not a model-girl

I'm completely imperfect

(Oh oh ohh)

Sometimes we'd like to be different

But then we'd no longer be real

(Oh oh ohh)

Everyone is in their way

Good enough and perfect, too.

Good enough and perfect, too.