I do not want to go to America,
Because I can not understand this America,
And if it was my choice
I'd hide the head [below the sand] for not seeing [further on].
And if it was my choice,
I'd try to understand...
But it cannot give me
A completely different story1
Made to sweat:
You had to sell your soul nearby2
To make you dream [of]
A completely different story,
That comes back again:
Keep it open and talk to me about something,
I do not want to go out.
I do not want to go to America,
Because I can not understand this America,
And if it was my choice
I'd move on to give it a try3
And if it was my choice,
I'd try to understand...
But it cannot give me
A completely different story1
Made to suffer:
With nothing near me
At night. You can't understand
That it can't give me
A completely different story
That – then – could change:
If you then get mat mad, it's problematic
And then nobody wants to think about it.
As for me, the sky at night remains:
Holding a thread in our hands we waited for the sun.
As for me, just the pain remains:
A land that changes its game with your life and then leaves.
1. a. b. lit. “A whole other story”2. lit “At [a] two steps [distance]”3. lit. “a look”