amoresperros, 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
amoresperros, 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