Apache 207 Capri Sonne Lyrics English Translation
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Drive my sister to a friend's house, her pitch-black curls flutter in the convertible
She's so proud of her brother, sweet cheeks sipping on cold Capri Sun
It's going down
The whole party nights are slowly dragging me down
I don't have the strength anymore, but we were poor suckers
You don't know your father, but you know your brother
Tell me, how much should I get?
How much should I get? How much should I get?
The businesses are running, I have the stamina
Making so much money, I should almost be ashamed
Golden tears adorn the wall
Winning every award, but I've lost myself
Between a few million, between a few million
From too many fucked up problems that paralyze me
B-b-b-back then a few years ago
I sat drunk on the train
Without a ticket, without a plan
Today I fall asleep in the Mercedes, autopilot takes care of it
Drive my sister to a friend's house, her pitch-black curls flutter in the convertible
She's so proud of her brother, sweet cheeks sipping on cold Capri Sun
It's going down
The whole party nights are slowly dragging me down
I don't have the strength anymore, but we were poor suckers
You don't know your father, but you know your brother
Tell me, how much should I get?
O-o-o-on the clothes, lip gloss, drinking in the bistro
Can't do it anymore, now being home isn't the same
Women write: "Miss you," fights in clubs
They act like brothers, but I don't trust any bitch, tfuh
Imagine that you're a winner
In the 893 with a Berlin-Mitte bitch
Imagine, no roof and no backseat
Imagine that the border isn't the sky
I said: "Imagine, so don't tremble"
Roll past you in the green G-Wagon through your city
Why are you trembling?
Wanted to stay until two, but party until the sun laughs
Drive my sister to a friend's house, her pitch-black curls flutter in the convertible
She's so proud of her brother, sweet cheeks sipping on cold Capri Sun
It's going down
The whole party nights are slowly dragging me down
I don't have the strength anymore, but we were poor suckers
You don't know your father, but you know
Tell me how much should I get?
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