Translation of the song lyrics 2027 (Brief an mich) - Monet192

2027 (Brief an mich) (original)

Schreib die Zeilen in einem Penthouse, was vor paar Monaten noch außer
Reichweite war
Geb mittlerweile so viel Geld aus, dass die Bankangestellten Checks mit
Leihwagen fahren
Alles verdient, nix geschenkt — Karma
Kauf dir 'nen saphirgrünen Benz, Mama
Geh shoppen bei Carry Grands, Mama
Deshalb wollen sie mein letztes Hemd, Mama
Sickbaby, meine Zahlen sind so krank
Früher hatt ich nicht mal einen Wagen uns so, Mann
Heut drück ich den Bentleyschlüssel dem Pagen in die Hand
Und wenn ich will, sitz ich am Abend schon am Strand, doch was bringt mir das?
Die Patek dreht die Zeit nicht zurück
Doch dein Blick darauf bringt mir grad ein klein bisschen Glück
Ja, ich weiß, es klingt verrückt
Ich habe Angst davor, die Cuban Link bricht mir mein Genick, Sickbaby
I’m flying like my wings so high
So high that I can kiss the sun
I’ve been waitin' on this all my life
Sorry, mama, you don’t have to cry
I’m flying like my wings so high
So high that I can kiss the sun
I’ve been waitin' on this all my life
Sorry, mama, you don’t have to cry
Steh vier Uhr morgens auf dem Dach
In Athen in einem weichen Seidenmantel aus Merino Sar
Fahr heut die Filme, die in meiner Jugendzeit
Erster Batzen, ja, in irgendwelchen Kinos kam
So viele Frauen in meiner Villa, ey
Das Klickern an den High Heels kommt mir vor wie ein Moschinoschwarm
Red mir nicht von Streamingzahlen, ich red nich von diesen Zahlen
Ich red hier von Beatles zahlen
Money talks, ich find die Mute-Taste nich
Mama sagt mir: «Geh zur Wempe, Junge, tu was für dich»
Das is kein Red-, sondern Blue Label-Shit
Red von Erfolg, weil das kein Zufall mehr is
Echte Freunde werden letzte Freunde
Letzte Freunde sind die echten Freunde
Auf mich das Essen heute
Echte Träume sind die letzten Träume
Keiner weckt mich heute
I’m flying like my wings so high
So high that I can kiss the sun
I’ve been waitin' on this all my life
Sorry, mama, you don’t have to cry
I’m flying like my wings so high
So high that I can kiss the sun
I’ve been waitin' on this all my life
Sorry, mama, you don’t have to cry

2027 (Brief an mich) (translation)

Write the lines in a penthouse, what a few months ago except
range was
Now spend so much money that the bank employees take checks with you
drive a rental car
Everything earned, nothing given — karma
Buy yourself a sapphire green Benz, mom
Go shopping at Carry Grands, mom
That's why they want my shirt off, mom
Sickbaby, my numbers are so sick
I didn't even have a car like that before, man
Today I put the Bentley key in the bellboy's hand
And if I want, I can sit on the beach in the evening, but what good does that do me?
The Patek does not turn back time
But your look at it just brings me a little bit of luck
Yes, I know it sounds crazy
I'm afraid the Cuban Link will break my neck, sick baby
I'm flying like my wings so high
So high that I can kiss the sun
I've been waitin' on this all my life
Sorry mama, you don't have to cry
I'm flying like my wings so high
So high that I can kiss the sun
I've been waitin' on this all my life
Sorry mama, you don't have to cry
Get up on the roof at four in the morning
In Athens in a soft silk Merino Sar coat
Drive the movies today that I did when I was young
First chunk, yes, came in some cinemas
So many women in my villa, ey
The click of the high heels seems like a Moschino crush
Don't talk to me about streaming numbers, I don't talk about these numbers
I'm talking about Beatles numbers here
Money talks, I can't find the mute button
Mom tells me: "Go to Wempe, boy, do something for yourself"
This isn't Red Label shit, it's Blue Label shit
Talk about success because it's no longer a coincidence
Real friends become last friends
Last friends are the real friends
On me the food today
Real dreams are the last dreams
Nobody wakes me up today
I'm flying like my wings so high
So high that I can kiss the sun
I've been waitin' on this all my life
Sorry mama, you don't have to cry
I'm flying like my wings so high
So high that I can kiss the sun
I've been waitin' on this all my life
Sorry mama, you don't have to cry