"An Tagen wie diesen" as written by Boris Lauterbach, Martin Vandreier, Bjoern Warns, Ferdinand D. Bolland, Robert J. Bolland and Johann Hoelzel....
Moin moin - was geht?
Alles klar bei dir? Wie spät?
Gleich neun - okay.
Will mal eben los, Frühstück holen gehn
Schalt den Walkman an, zieh die Haustür ran
Lauf die Straße entlang bis zum Kaufmannsladen
Denn da gibt's die allerbesten Brötchen weit und breit
Kann am Tresen kurz mal lesen was die Zeitung schreibt
Irgendwas von nem Großangriff
Unzählige Bomben auf kleine Stadt
Viele Menschen ums Leben gekommen
Und dem Erdboden gleich gemacht in nur einer Nacht
Ich zahle und verlasse den Bäcker
Hör noch den Nachrichtensprecher
"Lage wieder mal dramatisch verschlechtert, heute fantastisches Wetter"
Plötzlich gibt's 'n Knall, tausend Scherben überall
Die Nachbarskatze hat's erwischt bei 'nem Verkehrsunfall
Der Anblick kann einem echt die Laune verderben
Was fällt diesem Mistvieh ein hier genau vor meinen Augen zu sterben?

Refrain:
Absolute Wahnsinnsshow
I'm Fernsehen und I'm Radio
Die Sonne lacht so schadenfroh
An Tagen wie diesen
Niemand der mir sagt, wieso
Beim Frühstück oder Abendbrot
Die Fragen bohren so gnadenlos
An Tagen wie diesen

Eine Million bedroht vom Hungertod nach Schätzungen der UNICEF
Während ich grad gesundes Obst zerhäcksel in der Mulinex
Seh ein Kind in dessen traurigen Augen ne Fliege sitzt
Weiß dass das echt grausam ist doch scheiße Mann ich fühle nix
Was ist denn bloß los mit mir, verdammt wie ist das möglich?
Vielleicht hab ich's schon zu oft gesehen man sieht's ja beinah täglich
Doch warum kann mich mittlerweile nicht mal das mehr erschrecken
Wenn irgendwo Menschen an dreckigem Wasser verrecken?
Dieses dumpfe Gefühl, diese Leere I'm Kopf
Sowas kann uns nie passieren und was wäre wenn doch?
Und mich zerreißen die Fragen, ich kann den Scheiß nicht ertragen
Die haben da nix mehr zu Fressen und ich hab Steine I'm Magen!

Refrain

Was hat er gerade gesagt an so nem normalen Samstag
Passiert auf bestialische Art ein ganz brutaler Anschlag
Bei dem sechs Leute starben, die Verletzten schreien Namen
Diese entsetzlichen Taten lassen mich jetzt nicht mehr schlafen
Und ich seh's noch genau das Bild I'm TV
Ein junger Mann steht dort I'm Staub
Fleht um Kind und Frau
Jetzt frag ich mich wie ist es wohl wenn man sein Kind verliert
Noch bevor es seinen ersten Geburtstag hat
Doch das übersteigt meine Vorstellungskraft
Vielleicht waren die Attentäter voller Hass für den Gegner
Vielleicht gab es Liebe für Familie und sie waren sogar selber Väter.
Manchmal wenn ich Nachrichten seh passiert mit mir etwas Seltsames
Denn auch wir sind Eltern jetzt,
Haben ein Kind in diese Welt gesetzt
Dann kommt es vor dass ich Angst davor krieg, dass uns etwas geschieht,
Dass man den verliert den man liebt, dass es das wirklich gibt
Mitten in der Nacht word ich wach und bin schweißgebadet,
Schleich ans Bett meiner Tochter und hör wie sie ganz leise atmet

Refrain

Was für ne Wahnsinnsshow
I'm Fernsehn und I'm Radio
Die Sonne lacht dabei so schadenfroh
Ich word die Bilder nicht mehr los
Beim Frühstück und beim Abendbrot
Niemand der mir sagen kann, wieso.



Lyrics submitted by amoresperros

"An Tagen wie diesen" as written by Robert Bolland Johann Hoelzel

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    General Commentawesome song :D
    amoresperroson February 11, 2006   Link
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    General Commentthis song is about all the crap that is happening in society nowadays with wars, crime, and other atrocities. The part that toches me the most is the line where he talks about how he is afraid for his daughter after watching the news.
    lgmjon64on April 27, 2006   Link
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    General Commentlgmjon64, I read the English translations for the song, and the part where Schiffmeister talks about his daughter touched me too. I know they said this wasn't supposed to be a funny song, but I laughed when Renz was all "how dare this damn cat die in front of my eyes!" I may be translating that wrong, though.
    Monde Tristeon June 11, 2006   Link
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    General CommentHey Monde_Triste, could you please tell me where you've found the English translation of these Lyrics?
    amoresperroson June 16, 2006   Link
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    General Commentamoresperros, someone was kind enough to translate the majority of the songs from Am Wasser Gebaut on some message board I was browsing. I don't recall the link to it, but here's the translation:

    On Days Like These

    Hey hey, what's up?
    Are you feeling fine? What's the time?
    Nearly nine – okay.
    I'm going to buy some breakfast.
    Switch on the walkman, close the door
    Walk along the street to the little shop
    Where you can find the best rolls in town
    At the counter I have a quick look at the newspaper
    Something about a big attack
    Countless bombs on a small town
    Many people that died
    Razed to the ground in just one night.
    I pay and leave the bakery
    Just hearing, what the newscaster says
    "situation dramatically aggravated, fantastic weather today!"
    suddenly a bang, thousands of pieces everywhere
    The neighbour's cat get killed in that accident
    How does this damned bastard dare to die in front of my eyes!

    [Refrain:]What a madness-show
    In telly an on radio
    And the sun laughs gloatingly
    On days like these
    Nobody who could tell me why
    At breakfast and supper
    Gnawing questions
    On days like these

    Unicef estimates: A million of people coming under thread from starving
    While I cut good fruits in my Mulinex
    See the child, in whose sad eyes crawls a fly
    I know that this awful, but – damned! – I don't feel anything
    What's the matter with my, how is this possible?
    Maybe I saw it to often, you see it nearly daily
    Why am I not shocked by the fact,
    That somewhere are croaking peoples by dirty water
    That vague feeling, that mental vacuum
    That will not happen to us, but what if it happens yet?
    I'm tortured by these questions, can't bear that shit
    They got nothing to eat and I got stones in my stomach

    [Refrain:]What a madness-show
    In telly an on radio
    And the sun laughs gloatingly
    On days like these
    Nobody who could tell me why
    At breakfast and supper
    Gnawing questions
    On days like these

    What did he say just now, on such an ordinary Saturday
    a brutal attempt, six people died,
    the injured people yell names
    these awful actions stop me from sleep now
    I always remember the picture on telly
    A young man standing in the dust
    Pleads for child and wife
    I wonder how it feels to loose one's child
    Before it has had it's first birthday
    But I can't imagine it
    Maybe the assassins were full of hate for their enemies
    Maybe there was love for their families and they were also fathers
    Sometimes when I watch the news, I got a strange feeling
    'Cause we are parents now
    and our child lives in this world
    and sometimes I get scared that something could happen to us
    to lose someone, you really love, that this could really happen
    in the middle of the night I awake, wet with perspiration
    creep to my daughter's bed to hear her silent breathing

    [Refrain:]What a madness-show
    In telly an on radio
    And the sun laughs gloatingly
    On days like these
    Nobody who could tell me why
    At breakfast and supper
    Gnawing questions
    On days like these
    Monde Tristeon June 19, 2006   Link
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    General CommentVery nice, I've been looking for the translated lyrics for ages, really.
    Thanks a LOT :D
    amoresperroson June 29, 2006   Link
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    General CommentMonde Triste, your translation helped a lot! I'm german and I used the one you posted(and the video to the song on youtube) to made my own one!
    I think my translation is "nearer" to the original text...

    My translation:

    Morning, morning - What's up?
    Is everything fine with you? - How late?
    Soon nine. Ok!
    Just wanna go, get something for breakfast.
    Turn on the walkman, close the frontdoor
    Walk along the street to the shop
    Cause there you find the best rolls in town
    At the counter I can have a quick look at what the newspaper's telling
    (now fast rap)
    Something 'bout a major offensive
    "innumberable bombs on little town"
    Many people lost their live
    and razed to the ground in just one night
    I pay and leave the baker
    Just hear the newscaster say
    "situation dramatically aggravated, fantastic weather today!"

    suddenly there's a bang - thousands are dying everywhere
    the neighbors cat just got killed in an road accident
    that sight really can piss you off!
    how does that little bastard dare to die here right in front of my eyes!?

    [refrain]
    Absolute show of madness (ment like 'it's sheer lunacy')
    In the TV and in the radio
    The sun laughs so gleefully
    On Days like these
    No one who could tell my why
    at breakfast and supper
    the questions bother mercilessly
    On Days like these

    One million (people) threatened of starvation
    told estimates of UNICEF
    While I chop healthy vegetables up in the mulinex (mulinex=kitchen utensil or so)
    See a child in whose cheerless eyes a fly is sitting
    Knowing it's that it's really cruelty - but -bloody shit - i don't feel anything!

    What's just wrong with me - damned how is that possible?
    Perhaps I saw that stuff too often, people see this nearly daily
    But why am I not even shocked anymore by the fact
    that somewhere people peg out in dirty water!?
    This vague feeling, this blankness in the head
    Something like that can't happen to us, but what if it would?
    And I'm tortured by the questions, I can't stand it any longer-
    People there have nothing to eat and I've got stones in my stomach!

    [refrain]...

    What did he just say - on such an ordinary sunday (?)
    happens a real brutal assault in a bestial way
    -In which six people died - the injured cry out names
    This terrifying actions stop me from sleep now.

    And I still see it clearly, the picture on TV
    A young man standing there in the dust -
    Pleads for child and wife
    Now I wonder how it would be to lose one's child
    even before it had it's first birthday
    but that's beyond my imaginativeness
    Maybe the assassins were full of hate for the enemy
    Maybe there was love to the family and they where fathers themselves
    Sometimes when I watch the news I get a strange feeling
    'Coz we're also parents now
    have begotten a child
    Then I'm becoming afraid that something could happen to us
    To lose one person you love, that those things really happen
    In the middle of the night I get up and am drenched in sweat
    Sneak to the bed of my daughter and hear how she's breathing lowly

    [refrain]
    +
    What a madness-show
    In the TV and the radio
    While the sun laughs so gleefully
    I can't get rid of these images anymore!
    At breakfast and at supper
    And no one who could tell me why
    janetoon January 14, 2008   Link

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