Moin moin, was geht?
Alles klar bei dir? Wie spät? (Come on)
Gleich neun, okay
Will mal eben los, Frühstück holen gehen
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?

Absolute Wahnsinnsshow
Im Fernsehen und im 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 sehr 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 im 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 im Magen!

Absolute Wahnsinnsshow
Im Fernsehen und im 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

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 im TV
Ein junger Mann steht dort im 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 werd' ich wach und bin schweißgebadet
Schleich' ans Bett meiner Tochter und hör', wie sie ganz leise atmet

Absolute Wahnsinnsshow
Im Fernsehen und im 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

Was für 'ne Wahnsinnsshow
Im Fernsehen und im Radio
Die Sonne lacht dabei so schadenfroh
Ich werd' die Bilder nicht mehr los
Beim Frühstück und beim Abendbrot
Niemand, der mir sagen kann, wieso


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    Monde 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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