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Here you can find the English translations of the lyrics of Kaizers' second album. They were made by the Kaizers staff, so we don't feel responsible for any mistakes :-)
Take this ring and put it on your finger
If you get to heaven you'll walk right in
But one thing, just one little thing:
You're not dead, you're still mine
Clap your hands, clap one last time
Stamp your wooden leg on a concrete floor
The bells are ringing, calling you in
Come over to my side of the gate
Get up and call yourself a man
Enough is enough, you tell a lie, I tell the truth
If you have a last word before you go
Spare them 'till you get down to your father
I've stared through bars for one year
I have chains between my legs when I walk
I'm the wrong man in the wrong place at the wrong time
There's no doubt, I'm ruled by fate
I was asked to take care of Rosalyn
At St. Peters Square one evening in Aberdeen
At one time it looked bright for the both of us
But the lamp ran out of kerosene
Cross your fingers and a cross around your neck
Fold your hands if you believe they have
More power than this waltz
Ask me again in 2 years
And you'll get a different answer
Because I said there were two men in this dance
But it depends on who saw
Revenge is sweet to those who wait
I know the names of those involved
Some of them have been informed
They are no longer my acquaintances
You see when lightning strikes
Get down on your knees, look towards the heaven and pray
If I could just find a hole into heaven
To avoid shoveling coal into the great furnace
I've been stitched up a 1000 times
I'm blind and coughing my lounges up
My face looks old and joints are stiff
But things will it'll get better if we do it together
If we just take it day by day
I would just like to hold
My father one last time
But I'm afraid my heart is too weak
I'm eternally tormented
All I have is in a chest
I'm filled with adrenalin
I'm eternally tormented
God let me be eternally tormented
Put yourself in my place
So maybe you'll understand
That they'll never let me
Into your heaven
Six men and six hands hold this coffin tightly
Nobody knows who's next in line
Soon it'll be my turn. The night is over
But no one can tell me what's to be
I have wounds from betrayals
I have to get this bandage off
I walk over dead bodies
Over your plantation
Up to your floor
To those informed
I have the names of those involved
Oh Sonny, you're my own Sonny
Light shines through bars
Even if the doorways closed
I've never been bitter
And there's no one else I'd rather have as mine
While I'm among those arrested
Because I have the name of those involved
Oh Sonny, you're my own Sonny
You've got to take my word
As your father did
Put the cards on the table
And promise me you'll never
Take your walking shoes off
Or the clothes you're sleeping in
Before you've taken care of those involved
Oh Sonny, you're my own Sonny
Put your hand on the window
Before you leave
Say your last goodbye
Now that you get what's written
In this letter
All the names of those involved
Oh, Sonny
Now that you're drifting between life and death
Wipe away that smirk
Cause you don't know what it'll be like
Then you can regret you lied
And you'll get used to breathing smoke
Cause down here you have to face the blows
And the conductor is spitting blood
He demands maximum effort
When his men sing in harmony
It applies to sisters, it applies to brothers
He makes no exceptions
And our law is his word
No, not all is like you think
So show some respect
Cause he's a true master, he's your mother
He's your sister
He's the conductor of the Devil's Orchestra
Here no one has it easy
Here everyone's on a diet
Over 90% have
cancer
Here it's hot and smells sweaty
Here they fall into the fire
And now
you know he was right
And the conductor's drinkin wine
As if it was gasoline
Is this
what is called dicipline
And when he's swinging his baton
Out towards the masses
Then they sing sha-la-la
Here there's no turning back
This is how you'll spend your last
days
Everybody wants to go to heaven
When it's too late
You should be scared
Now everybody's got to save their own skin
You should be frightened
When not even the devil is laughing
Have you seen it
before
You haven't
Now the day has come
Bid a last farewell
Just start running, 1 - 2 - 3
Try to run away from him, 1 -
2 - 3
There's always room for one more
In his dumpster, so come on
1st man up Will be the 1st man down
He gets the last word
No
matter what happens
And the warmth on your neck
Is his breath
You know it will be hot; right
Right; you know it will be hot
Greet your father
Say, I am doing fine, in spite of all
In spite of everything you've been told
In spite of everything that went wrong
And I've got a life sentence
And you with your wisdom
Understand that I know nothing about that murder
And when we meet by the gate
Please show me mercy
The moon is full tonight
It's just as white and full as
Me and my best friend
If I jump off my balcony
The wind will carry me and my perisol
Cause he gives me a dream
He never gives
me nightmares
So remember not to blow me lonely
Blow with me my white russian
The moon is full again
It's just as white and full as
Me and
my best friend
He never argues with me
It has always been us two
We have a stable
communication
Cause he gives me a dream
Never gives me a nightmare
So remember
not to blow me lonely
Blow with me my white russian
It's a half moon tonight
But I'm just as white and drunk anyway
Because Margarita became jealous
So I Tasted a bit of her
Cause she can also
give me a dream
She would never give me a nightmare
So remember not to blow
me lonely
Blow with me my white russian
Give me a drink, with an umbrella from Casablanca
My neck hurts because a splinter
Hit me
My foundation is weak. I would easily
Snap in two. I've never lived healthy
Punish me
The path I make is the path I take
Everything is part of the process
The day I look back I die
Bartender you understand. Give me four centiliters
Pour it by sight
Help me
This one goes out to those who fell in the war
Ever since I
was little
I've lived in the ghetto
Caught in barbed wired stood in the armies's
Soup and bread line, watched when people die
Just to feed themselves and their
mothers
And their sisters
In line to the Depot
This one goes out to those who fell in the war
I'm getting weary
It's obvious it takes it all
To be told that the war is over
But the war isn't
over
They come when we're sleeping
It has barely started, even when the fence
is so low
In line to theDepot
It's worst when it's winter
Corporals get angry and the lines
get longer
Down to the Depot
And earlier the clothes were fit
But now they're
too big
And everything we did didn't help us
In line to the Depot
White powder. Revolver
A scent of gasoline here
You catch a
glimpse of silouettes behind a blue curtain
They're shimmering in the candlelight
Come on in
Here I sit with a plan
Somewhere in the big city
You won't believe
it before you see it
You can be the next to come out on a stretcher
But that
depends on a couple of small things
You give me your hand
You can have everything you ask for
Ten grand for everything
Five for pepper and five for salt
Give me salt and pepper
My plan lies on ice
My Plan has burst
That's the time right before the explosion
I'm sorry, but this doesn't work
I have a revolution in my bag
But it depends on a couple of small things
Please send me more liquor
Let us drink like swines
Something
to sleep on
It will be a long night
So dream hard
The stars said you'd have a long life
You should not have listened
to them
You should have stayed on the straight and narrow
Only one night left
So much you should have dreamt
All we can do is help you on your way
Tomorrow
you've got to take the last steps
And I understand if you ask
Was this life,
was this all?
