Kota's Translations

Nico K.I.Z, I wear fur as if they're your teeth
Come over on March eighth, and I'll scissor with you
Baby, “Nico, what are you doing out so late?“
I'm laying by the neighbor's, as if I'm a package
Some people go crazy, but I don't see myself as a superstar
You sell newspapers, Bro, I'm just a musician
Car breakdown, I'll stop for you and push it
Serial killer style, behave like a normal guy, ah
Although I'm sitting at the engagement date with my girlfriend
No problem, bro, I'll do a photoshoot with you
You'll get your ass beat for that by other rappers
But I'll slide you my number just in any case
Come over, the entire band is there
K.I.Z, we'll make all your fanfictions reality
Now that we're back like the Hitler salute
Just like the devil made us, and yelling to the people

Please, stop crying
I was only getting cigarettes
This time, I'll stay forever
Your rap star, best friend and sex symbol

You're more than just a fan, your name in my will
You're more than just a fan, does my last shirt fit?
You're more than just a fan, let's move in together
I'd do everything for you (As if you were cocaine)

Rapper open their car doors, without looking around
In the hopes to hit Drüner off his bike
Making pictures with drunk teenies in the nightclub
So humble, you'd think I'm in Kraftklub
Meet me in schwarzem Block,³, „Ey, how's it going ?“
„A little stressful, since we'll also perform at the opposing party”

Cause I'm public property, Maxim K.I.Z, heh
Who'd love to rap on your graduation party
Bro, everyone's V.I.P. with us, drinks on the house
I'll interrupt the performance and you'll wish for a song
Come to the women's concert, I'll make sure of a tit fucking session
Maxim Drüner, zig-a-zig-ah

Please, stop crying
I was only getting cigarettes
This time, I'll stay forever
Your rap star, best friend and sex symbol

You're more than just a fan, your name in my will
You're more than just a fan, does my last shirt fit?
You're more than just a fan, let's move in together
I'd do everything for you (As if you were cocaine)

Sitting next to the death bed of my mother — Mom, I gotta go
"Why?“ A K.I.Z-Fan is in an emergency
No beer left? Something to snack? No issue, I'll get it
Something else? No problem, I'm here for you bro
Sorry, dude, didn't know you aren't a fan of autotune
Let me know if the drums are alright for you
I'll tag along to you moving, even with a disc prolapse
Coming through the chimney as Santa for your kids
You don't like the album? You'll get the money back
No, I'm not Maxim, but I'll get him for you
Corrected your college essay, found a few mistakes
My daughter or my wife, who do you wanna fuck?
No problem, bro, if you're not into ladies
I'll suck you off until your hearing and seeing disappears

Please, stop crying
He was only getting cigarettes
This time, he'll stay forever
Your rapstar, best friend and sex symbol

You're more than just a fan, your name in my will
You're more than just a fan, does my last shirt fit?

You're more than just a fan, let's move in together
I'd do anything for you (As if you were cocaine; oh, oh, oh, oh)
You're more than just a fan (Your name in my will)
You're more than just a fan (Does my last shirt fit?)
You're more than just a fan (Let's move in together)
You're more than just a fan (As if you were cocaine)

For a mere moment, you left your house
And now the salt shakers are open
You see the toothpaste on the doorknob in time
But not the bucket on the door, oh, man, how embarrassing
You smoke a cigarette to calm down
And the prank article cig goes “boom” in your face
After work, you cried in the subway
Cause you thought everyone missed your birtnday
But when you turn on the light in your apartment
A shadow from the side comes and stabs you to death

Class is cancelled in the entire school
9∕11, minute of silence
And I calculate how many minutes that
Would be for a million Rwandans
And a million dead Iraqis just through the embargo
Maybe that's where my mixed feelings for the NATO started
She asks "Maxim, why are you so anti?"
No idea, why aren't you?
I smoke weed throughout the entire night before the inspection
My mother would kill me if I became a soldier
I'm against their war and against their peace
A type of peace so awful that people flee from it

Peace
Peace
We dream about peace
Peace

My torso is filled with badges, when we come, the ground starts shaking
One call and the sky turns dark because of the drones
Jan is a patriot and Fabian is woke
Doesn't matter, because we're all bros in the trenches
Yeah, I'm sitting in the tank, yeah, I'm rolling down deep
Blaka, blaka, blaka is the sound of the atelier
Brother, we'll save Europe and you pussy step aside
Three people were at your great anti
war demo
Lena is the best sharpshooter in her unit
Womanpower, boomers get sniped away
My neighbour is one of them, I've been nice to the guy for years
But today I'll throw a molotov cocktail in his store

We dream about peace
Peace
We dream about peace

Let the white doves fly, we dream of peace
But first we have to win (ey), but first, we have to win (ey)
Of course we're for peace, but first, we have to win (ey)
But first we have to win (ey), but first, we have to win (ey)
Of course we're for peace, but first, we have to win (ey)

Go, take my taxes, we need new combat jets
We'll target your cowardly ass if you try to bargain
Don't fuck with my head and try to understand enemies
Are you part of the solution or part of our problem?
Real men don't fear a nuclear strike
Real men get a few donuts with the tank
A few of us are nazis, but stop with your whining
Because every toolkit needs a hammer
Peace comes in a helicopter, now take the controller
Shoot their children too, they'll become monsters
This is about our freedom, let the aircraft bombs fly
Aye, it's their own fault if they don't surrender

We dream about peace
Peace
We dream about peace

Let the white doves fly, we dream of peace
But first we have to win (ey), but first, we have to win (ey)
Of course we're for peace, but first, we have to win (ey)
But first we have to win (ey), but first, we have to win (ey)
Of course we're for peace, but first, we have to win (ey)

Leopard in front of my house in the driveway (wouh)
I get on my knees and kiss the ground of my homeland
Then I promise to the junkies on the street
That I'll save our beloved paradise
We'll show them fire because they're from the stone age
Blaka, blaka, blaka is the sound of the western lifestyle (yes)
Toxic barbarians, those are our enemies
For the bad ones, we're the bad ones, how brainwashed can you be?
I see, son, you're a little confused
From the liberal* pacifist propaganda
Pull the trigger, man, we don't have a choice
Or do human rights mean nothing to you?

We dream about peace
Peace
We dream about peace

Let the white doves fly, we dream of peace
We all dream of peace and we'll bring it to you
(Nananana) We dream of peace, but first, we have to win
(Nananananana) But first, we have to win, but first, we have to win
(Nananana) We dream of peace, but first, we have to win
We dream of peace and we'll bring it to you
Our flag waves, the entire fire trench sings
But first, we have to win, but first, we have to win
We dream of peace, but first, we have to win

they do not say liberal word for word – however, in the context of the song, i deemed it fit due to “lumpenpazifismus” being associated with wanting peace/pacifism somewhere where it is perceived as naive or unrealistic.