Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Schmetterlinge , by - Bozza. Release date: 03.08.2017
Song language: German
Schmetterlinge(original) |
| Ah, yeah |
| Tony |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Die Eltern kamen mit Kindern aus’m Krieg |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Doch schon wieder stirbt ein Bruder in den Streets |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Mir is' scheißegal, was du so verdienst |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Hier trägt man Schmetterlinge in den Jeans |
| Ah, Brüder waren Straßenkämpfer |
| Doch wurden abgestochen mit 'nem Fahrradständer |
| Ziegelstein rein in das Reklame-Fenster |
| Wahre Gangster zahl’n mit Mios bei den Wagenhändlern |
| Gestern war’n die Weiber noch in Kinderschuhen |
| Heute steh’n sie auf der Strasse, tragen Winter-Boots |
| Ein Leben zwischen Geldproblemen und Elbchaussee |
| 43 Nationen wie auf 'ner Welttournee |
| Väter sagen, ihre Söhne geh’n den graden Weg |
| Doch mit achtzehn Jahren fahren sie ein’n AMG |
| Gestern tickst du Stoff, heute Speed-Leiche |
| Gestern noch ein Boss, heute Zielscheibe |
| Keine Liebe, he, weil sie auf Gefühle scheißen |
| Und diese kleinen Fotzen von der Bühne schmeißen |
| Für ein falschen Move gibt es mit dem Bügeleisen |
| Auf 'nem Höhenflug, bis die Flügel reißen |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Die Eltern kamen mit Kindern aus’m Krieg |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Doch schon wieder stirbt ein Bruder in den Streets |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Mir is' scheißegal, was du so verdienst |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Hier trägt man Schmetterlinge in den Jeans |
| Respekt ist alles, lernt man hier als Strassenkind |
| Brüder suchen nach 'nem graden Weg im Labyrinth |
| Kanacks schlitzen dir dein’n Arsch auf, wenn die Zahlen stimmen |
| Fickst du mit den falschen, siehst du nie wieder das Tageslicht |
| Hier weint dir keiner eine Träne nach |
| 31 Schüsse auf einen VW Passat |
| Dreißig Jahre, Bruder, die man hier zu leben hat |
| Deshalb reiß' ich meine Beute, wie ein Sebelzahn |
| Große Messer, kleine Kinder |
| Hier saufen Väter und weinen Mütter |
| Die Stimmung düster wie bei einem scheiß Gewitter |
| Leben zieht an ein’m vorbei wie ein Scheibenwischer |
| Draußen unterwegs, wir halten Nachtwache |
| Jeder meiner Freunde hier schiebt Hass-kappe |
| Toys wie Money Boy, sie wollten’s auf die harte Tour |
| Doch Kanacks mit 'ner Kahlrasur rippten seine Armbanduhr, ah |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Die Eltern kamen mit Kindern aus’m Krieg |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Doch schon wieder stirbt ein Bruder in den Streets |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Mir is' scheißegal, was du so verdienst |
| There’s a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Hier trägt man Schmetterlinge in den Jeans |
| There’s, There’s a, There’s, There’s a, There’s, There’s a war |
| There’s, There’s a war, There’s, There’s, There’s, There’s a, There’s a war |
| goin' on outside |
| (translation) |
| uh yeah |
| tony |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| The parents came with children from the war |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| But another brother dies in the streets |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| I don't give a fuck what you earn |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Here you wear butterflies in your jeans |
| Ah, brothers were street fighters |
| But they were stabbed with a bike stand |
| Brick in the advertising window |
| True gangsters pay with Mios at the car dealers |
| Yesterday the women were still in their infancy |
| Today they stand on the street wearing winter boots |
| A life between money problems and Elbchaussee |
| 43 nations like on a world tour |
| Fathers say their sons go the straight way |
| But at the age of eighteen they drive an AMG |
| Yesterday you ticked stuff, today speed corpse |
| Yesterday a boss, today a target |
| No love, hey, because they don't give a fuck about feelings |
| And throw these little cunts off the stage |
| For a wrong move there is with the iron |
| On a high flight until the wings tear |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| The parents came with children from the war |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| But another brother dies in the streets |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| I don't give a fuck what you earn |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Here you wear butterflies in your jeans |
| Respect is everything, you learn here as a street child |
| Brothers are looking for a straight way in the maze |
| Kanacks will slit your ass if the numbers are right |
| If you fuck the wrong ones, you'll never see the light of day again |
| Nobody sheds a tear for you here |
| 31 shots at a VW Passat |
| Thirty years, brother, to live here |
| That's why I tear my prey like a saber tooth |
| Big knives, little kids |
| Here fathers drink and mothers cry |
| The mood is somber like a fucking thunderstorm |
| Life passes you by like a windshield wiper |
| Out on the road, we keep night watch |
| Every one of my friends here slides hate cap |
| Toys like Money Boy, they wanted it the hard way |
| But Kanacks with a bald shaven ripped his watch, ah |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| The parents came with children from the war |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| But another brother dies in the streets |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| I don't give a fuck what you earn |
| There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from |
| Here you wear butterflies in your jeans |
| There's, There's a, There's, There's a, There's, There's a war |
| There's, There's a war, There's, There's, There's, There's a, There's a war |
| goin' on outside |