Was der Bauer nicht kennt [English translation]

Where the buds of an apple tree bloom

A young man shaved his head*

Where a sea of flowers colors the ground

A skeptic loads his shotgun

Look:

You'd better piss off soon and go home

Or my neighbor will sic her thugs on you

In the house next door from me lives Eva Braun**

Who displays the heads of strangers on her fence

You better leave, or she will make out of you

A lampshade

Intolerance is common courtesy here

So you better leave, you goddamn son of a bitch!

Take yourself a window seat

Between the mountain and the goose-stream

In a lovely little village, something is burning

Strangers-, yes, hatred of strangers

It’s particularly separate here

Keep your eyes lowered

Because: what the peasant doesn’t recognize

He will not eat

Here, the wall is trending

Sight is always limited

Because: what the peasant doesn’t recognize

He will not eat

Where an owl lives in the arches of a roof,

A farmer washes the blood from his yard

Where someone fetches water from the spring

The pub chimes with hateful phrases

Look:

To hate the strangers is a team sport here

When I call my relatives, the whole village comes

I should only leave my sister at home

Because she must take care of our son

In this gorgeous place a small house lies in flames

If the crop withers and baby falls ill

Yes, then I blame you, your evil hand

Is to blame and not that everybody here is drunk and incapable

Take yourself a window seat

Between the mountain and the goose-stream

In a lovely little village, something is burning

Strangers-, yes, hatred of strangers

It’s particularly separate here

Keep your eyes lowered

Because: what the peasant doesn’t recognize

He will not eat

Here, the wall is trending

Sight is always limited

Because: what the peasant doesn’t recognize

He will not eat

Where the calf rests in the pasture

There the books are only good for burning

Where the beauty of creation springs

Ignorance is deep-set in people's heads

Look:

And you really want to have no stress

But you take all of ours jobs

You stink and spread disease

Says this NPD***

You sell crack to all of the children

That is diluted with rat poison

My wife is gone and I hate you

Because she prefers dark-skinned men

Take yourself a window seat

Between the mountain and the goose-stream

In a lovely little village, something is burning

Strangers-, yes, hatred of strangers

It’s particularly separate here

Keep your eyes lowered

Because: what the peasant doesn’t recognize

He will not eat

Here, the wall is trending

Sight is always limited

Because: what the peasant doesn’t recognize

He will not eat