Lyrics and translation Breitbild - Flagga

Flagga

Mitme leera lederrucksack ufem rugga ufem weg ins rhiinquartiar
Fründe macha, wüsse sammla, flecka ufem flüsspapiar
Erschti schritt inere welt wo täglich neui wunder birgt
Ufem schuelplatz lerna dass der schwächeri sich unterwirft
Kei gedanka über ethnie, oder schichte
Klasse gege klasse, aber alli wenn mer z glicha
Der stoff zum flaggana druss macha müemmer na erfinda
Mittlerwile hemmerne, nume hetts en kli verrissa
Damals so 'wer getraut sich eini z hisse'
Hüt dreht der wind und laht sie zittere im strom vom schlechte gwüssa
Körper verkörpt kriaga, üsi welt es spielfeld
Wettbewerb, monopoly, miar zahlen nur mit spielgeld
Stress ufem schuelweg, trotzdem no kli lacha
Sturm für uns e zeicha füren ross boda mit drache
Alles neh wies kunnt, und mier verzocken kei gedanka
Und der lederrucksack füllt sich mitem stoff für all die flagga

Hetti e flagga
I wür sie schwenka
Hetti e flagga, sie wär riesig und im richtige kontrast zum grau
Jede tag wür i sie hisse ame mascht
I han keini, aber flagga kann mer denka
Hetti e flagga
I wür sie schwenka
Hetti e flagga, denn wäri sie füürzündrot
Und flatteret i allne boot
Genau jetzt, genau so

Ach was
Es gaht uns allne phänomenal
Also fahri mit mim boot dur dina tränekanal
Du verhülsch mi in dis küssi
Hesch migräna und kalt
Und ja, i weiss, es wäri kli weniger hart
Wenn mer das weniga wo no helfe kann
In szene wie dene da
Wenigschtens scho mit 16i erfahrt
Doch erfahrig isch e schlechti droge
Mer kunnt einfach nümme oba aba
Aber oba gseht mer gar nit gnauer
Mer gseht nur alles kliner
Und alles won id hand nimmsch, verbricht der in de finger
Zmittzt in dinem zimmer, hesch du der sibirisch winter
Dis verfrorne lacha uf de blaua lippa blibt für immer
Liabi isch e pitbull ima zwinger
Sie söll bliba wo sie isch
Was no kunnt isch der kater nachem suff
Mer bruchet kein dramatischere schluss
Mer bruched flagga in der luft

Ach was
Es gaht uns allne totbeschisse
Depressione sind grad sona modegschicht
Sogar ohni z wüsse wia mer note list
Kann jede viart da dinna diar e lied dervo singa
Jaano
Es gaht uns alles eh am arsch verbi
Alles party people ohni moments of klaret, di klari ziel
Ohni klari haltig, alles alibi
Alles me, alles sowieso scho bald verbi
Alles nur na harlequins, mannequins, armani jeans
Arma volle money, aber alles volle armi
Alles wahre
Alles wohre
Isch e flagga in der luft

Flag

With a multi-compartment leather backpack on my back, on the way to the Rhine district
Making friends, gathering knowledge, stains on the river paper
First steps in a world that holds new wonders every day
Learning on the schoolyard that the weaker submits
No thoughts about ethnicity or class
Class against class, but all united when we are equal
We still had to invent the material to make flags out of
Meanwhile we have it, only it's a bit torn
Back then it was like 'who dares to raise one'
Today the wind turns and lets them tremble in the current of a bad conscience
Bodies become battlegrounds, our world a playing field
Competition, monopoly, we only pay with play money
Stress on the way to school, still some laughter
The storm for us a sign for a knight fighting a dragon
Taking everything as it comes, and we don't waste any thoughts
And the leather backpack fills with the material for all the flags

If I had a flag
I would wave it
If I had a flag, it would be huge and in the right contrast to the gray
Every day I would raise it on a mast
I don't have one, but flags can be imagined
If I had a flag
I would wave it
If I had a flag, then it would be fire engine red
And flutter in all the boats
Right now, just like that

Oh well
We are all doing phenomenally
So I'll sail my boat through your tear duct
You hide me in your kiss
You have a migraine and are cold
And yes, I know, it would be a little less hard
If we experienced the little that can still help
In scenes like these
At least by the age of 16
But experience is a bad drug
You just can't get high anymore
But from above you don't see more clearly
You just see everything smaller
And everything I have, you break in your fingers
In the middle of your room, you have the Siberian winter
Your frozen smile on your blue lips stays forever
Love is a pitbull in a cage
It should stay where it is
What's coming is the hangover after the booze
We don't need a more dramatic ending
We need flags in the air

Oh well
We are all doing shitty
Depressions are like a fashion story right now
Even without knowing how to read notes
Every fourth person at your door can sing a song about it
Yeah
We don't give a shit about anything anyway
All party people without moments of clarity, clear goals
Without clear content, all alibi
Everything me, everything will be over soon anyway
Everything just harlequins, mannequins, Armani jeans
Arms full of money, but everything full of poor
Everything true
Everything real
Is a flag in the air