Seine Geschichte [English translation]

Grew up on a soccer field

A boy who was only interested in soccer

Who had nothing, except his old leather ball

His teachers said that he was a mess

‘Cause every other day, he skipped class

And didn’t think a second about his future

He’d rather be on the clay field

Where he dreamt he could make it big with soccer ¹

A loner, no one else in sight ²

But perhaps his dream will really come true

And he can finally buy a house for his mom

With the money that he earned as a star forward ³

Teachers told his parents he’s unreasonable

‘Cause he didn’t see any reason to learn math

Fuck this world, let it go under quietly

I just want the jersey with the number 10 ⁴

Perhaps that could have been his dream

If not, he can at least say that it was a beautiful dream

Listen to what I have to tell you, Habibi

The story of F. Nazizi

(Refrain 2 x)

I ran, fell, and dreamt of you

Was afraid that I might lose my dream

Without my innermost wish, I wouldn’t be here today

Escaping to a new future

At 19, the boy woke up

‘Cause the dream of professional soccer was also over

He needs to re-sort the stars along his way ⁵

No clue how to carry on

‘Cause he has nothing, nothing except empty pockets

Father warned him: “You can’t make mistakes

You are my son, don’t behave like a child

I know that road, my son, and it’s pointless”

But this boy wanted to earn money

And, one day, escapes from his gray world

‘Cause when you see that everyone is driving a Mercedes

You really think you’re worth nothing without a Benz

And as you pack a few grams in your bag

You get mixed up in a dance with the devil

Listen to what I have to tell you, Habibi

The story of F. Nazizi

(Refrain 2 x)

I ran, fell, and dreamt of you

Was afraid that I might lose my dream

Without my innermost wish, I wouldn’t be here today

Escaping to a new future

At 20, he was brought before the juvenile court judge

Another youth goes on record

Mom cries, but father scolds:

“Haven’t I told you that the glory of the street stinks?”

You’re right, father, please forgive me

But without all this cash, tell me what’s left

“My son, ask yourself whether it was worth the money

Mom cries, the police, and all the trouble, huh?”

And precisely on that night

The boy took a pencil and a blank sheet of paper

Far away from small light tears

He wrote lines directly from his own life

Now I’m here and I do the rap scene in German

The last true Backstreet Boy

Let’s talk about our dreams

‘Cause we are devoted only to them for life

(Refrain 2 x)

I ran, fell, and dreamt of you

Was afraid that I might lose my dream

Without my innermost wish, I wouldn’t be here today

Escaping to a new future