Get out of my way
And take the stones* with you
In front of my goal they were wrong
Look at my face
Don't forget the eyes
Do you feel how my blood increased?
When you make this error
Laugh in my face/mouth*
Then it's not even difficult for me
I would count up to three
Then there'd be a huge mess
Because I haven't been a diplomat for a long time
One, two, three, over
Sitata Tirulala
One, two, three, over
One can still fit in*
The likelihood
that you can remember
It seems a bit weak to me
So I drag you to the Walterbach*
Forgive me when I laugh
I lay you*
One, two, three, over
Sitata Tirulala
One, two, three, over
One can still fit in