Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Circus Maximus, artist - Hämatom. Date of issue: 29.09.2011
Song language: Deutsch
Circus Maximus(original) |
| Zoli liebt nur große Worte, |
| denn er war von eigner Sorte. |
| Reist mit seiner Band umher, |
| nur zwei Töne konnte er. |
| Kommt nun auch in unser Land, |
| wär so gern als Max bekannt. |
| Nja, nja, nja… |
| Sein Vorbild, das kopiert er stur, |
| nur einen Freund auf weiter Flur. |
| Mit seinem freund, dem Zottelmann, |
| dem keiner ein Wort glauben kann. |
| Kriecht ihm gerne hinten rein, |
| nur um sein liebstes Kind zu sein. |
| Nja, nja, nja… |
| Weil er alles nur versaute, |
| und ihm keiner mehr vertraute, |
| ging er Heim, auch ohne Fang. |
| Mit diesem schönen Lied und sang… |
| Nja, nja, nja… |
| (Dank an Peter Konrad für den Text) |
| (translation) |
| Zoli only loves big words, |
| for he was of his own kind. |
| Travels with his band |
| he could only play two notes. |
| Now come to our country, |
| would love to be known as Max. |
| Well, well, well… |
| His role model, he stubbornly copies it, |
| just a friend down the road. |
| With his friend, the shaggy man, |
| no one can believe a word. |
| likes to crawl in behind him, |
| just to be his dearest child. |
| Well, well, well… |
| Because he just screwed everything up |
| and no one trusted him anymore |
| he went home, even without a catch. |
| With this beautiful song and sang… |
| Well, well, well… |
| (Thanks to Peter Konrad for the text) |