Description
Producer, Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Dante YN
Mixing Engineer, Composer, Producer, Recording Engineer: Maxe
Mastering Engineer: Bizzy
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Dante, ich liebe dich! Daisy. . .
-Durch mein Viertel in 'nem Audi, ich fahr' schnell. Outside fire to the rain, ich hör' Adele.
Sterne tanzen hinterm Fenster vom Hotel. Blauer Himmel, ich schwäb's rosa, rot, Pastell.
Durch mein Viertel in 'nem Audi, ich fahr' schnell. Outside fire to the rain, ich hör' Adele.
Sterne tanzen hinterm Fenster vom Hotel. Blauer Himmel, ich schwäb's rosa, rot, Pastell.
Ey, ey. Nein, wir sind nicht mehr verwandt.
Was du sagst, lässt mich nur kalt, hab' dich aus dem Herz verbannt.
Wir sind Sterne aus dem Block, Panamera drehen wie Jungs.
Ich hol' Guns im Polo Store, ich geh' dämlich, ich geh' dumm, ja. Wir gehen dämlich, wir gehen dumm mit dummen Stacks. Hundert kleine Packs unterm
Munkly sie versteckt. Hände sind eiskalt wie unser Herz in unserer Stadt.
Nein, ich spür' kein' Schmerz, vergift' den Mangel, ja.
Durch mein Viertel in 'nem Audi, ich fahr' schnell. Outside fire to the rain, ich hör' Adele. Sterne tanzen hinterm
Fenster vom Hotel. Blauer Himmel, ich schwäb's rosa, rot, Pastell. Durch mein
Viertel in 'nem Audi, ich fahr' schnell.
Outside fire to the rain, ich hör' Adele. Sterne tanzen hinterm Fenster vom Hotel.
Blauer Himmel, ich schwäb's rosa, rot, Pastell.
English translation
-Dante, I love you! Daisy. . .
-Through my neighborhood in an Audi, I drive fast. Outside fire to the rain, I'm listening to Adele.
Stars dance behind the hotel window. Blue sky, I prefer pink, red, pastel.
Through my neighborhood in an Audi, I drive fast. Outside fire to the rain, I'm listening to Adele.
Stars dance behind the hotel window. Blue sky, I prefer pink, red, pastel.
Hey, hey. No, we are no longer related.
What you say just leaves me cold, I've banished you from my heart.
We are stars from the block, turn Panamera like boys.
I'll get guns at the Polo Store, I'll go stupid, I'll go stupid, yeah. We go stupid, we go stupid with stupid stacks. A hundred little packs underneath
Munkly she hid. Hands are ice cold like our hearts in our city.
No, I don't feel any pain, poison the lack, yes.
Through my neighborhood in an Audi, I drive fast. Outside fire to the rain, I'm listening to Adele. Stars dance behind you
Window from the hotel. Blue sky, I prefer pink, red, pastel. Through my
Quarter in an Audi, I'm driving fast.
Outside fire to the rain, I'm listening to Adele. Stars dance behind the hotel window.
Blue sky, I prefer pink, red, pastel.