More songs by Haftbefehl
Description
Composer, Producer: Ben Bazzazian
Recording Engineer, Studio Personnel: Bounce Brothas
Mixer, Studio Personnel: Lex Barkey
Mastering Engineer, Studio Personnel: Hans-Philipp Graf
Associated Performer: Antonio Farris
Associated Performer, Additional Vocals: Sherieta Lewis
Author: Aykut Anhan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Leben, Life, Hayat
Leben, Life, Hayat
Leben, Life, Hayat
Leben
Leben, Life, Hayat
Leben, Life, Hayat
Leben, Life, Hayat
Leben
Die Straße mein Lehrer
Die Schule für 'n Arsch
Dass Papa ging, war sehr hart, ich verfluche diesen Tag
Meine Jugend zerbrach wie ein Glas
Ich war damals 14 Jahre alt
Die Straße nahm mich in den Arm und ließ nie wieder los
Warum bin ich nur gebor'n? Sag mal, yallah
Knopfhose Adidas, Trikot von Barca
Gekauft vom Basar in Türkei für zehn Mark, Chab
Lauf los vom Mainpark raus, Richtung Marktplatz
Brösel Marokkaner auf der Hand, bau Juana
Haram, mach mein Para mit Tijara
Abiat-Gilette-Sticks
Mein Brother drückt den Dreck weg
Action Jackson, Heckmeck
Ständig Stress mit den Crips, Hayat, Hayat
Leben, Life, Hayat
Leben, Life, Hayat
Leben, Life, Hayat
Leben
Leben
Leben
English translation
Life, Life, Hayat
Life, Life, Hayat
Life, Life, Hayat
life
Life, Life, Hayat
Life, Life, Hayat
Life, Life, Hayat
life
The street my teacher
The school for an ass
Dad leaving was very hard, I curse that day
My youth shattered like a glass
I was 14 years old at the time
The road took me in its arms and never let go
Why was I born? Say, yallah
Adidas button trousers, Barca jersey
Bought from the bazaar in Turkey for ten marks, Chab
Start walking out of the Mainpark towards the market square
Bread Moroccan on hand, build Juana
Haram, do my Para with Tijara
Abiat-Gilette sticks
My brother pushes the dirt away
Action Jackson, Heckmeck
Constant stress with the Crips, Hayat, Hayat
Life, Life, Hayat
Life, Life, Hayat
Life, Life, Hayat
life
life
life