Mein Ding [English translation]

As I was a young man

I relaxed sometime there

In the meadow in front of the Hotel Kempinski,

Drum Sticks in the pocket In the hand a Cognac Bottle

And a autograph from Klaus Kinski

Looked up to the white castle

Or worked at Blohm and Voss.

No, that was somehow clear,

Someday do I live there

In the Presidential Suite

Where it doesn't rain and no draft goes through

And what I order there?

Canned beer and caviar!

And I do my thing,

Doesn't matter what the others say.

I go my way,

Whether Straight or oblique,

That doesn't matter.

I do my thing,

Doesn't matter what the others babble.

What these feckin' retards suggest you,

That doesn't matter.

I do my thing.

And now you come from the province,

And though everyone says you're crazy,

You will make it exactly like that

Do it the charming way

Sometimes elastic, sometimes hard,

Sometimes you have to

force the luck too.

Later Wilhelm Wieben will speak:

He has always remained faithful

Fashion came, fashion went,

And you were still the king.

Yeah you do your thing,

Doesn't matter what the others say.

You go your way,

Whether Straight or oblique,

That doesn't matter.

You do your thing,

Doesn't matter what the others babble.

What these feckin' retards suggest you,

That doesn't matter.

And you remained faithful

And Roomservice is written with U and H

Yeah I do my thing,

Doesn't matter what the others babble.

I go my way,

Doesn't matter what the others babble.

What these feckin' retards suggest you,

That doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter what the others babble.

What these feckin' retards suggest you,

That doesn't matter.