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Genius English Translations - Paula Hartmann Kugeln Im Lauf English Translation Lyrics

[Chorus]
You've broken us, mh-mh-mhh
Not a word had fit between us, mh-mh-mhh
Six bullets in your barrel with my name on them
Come on, tell me the last sentence already

[Verse 1]
Every one of our songs feels like Camel Blue on my belly (Mh-mh-mhh)
Lips split open, and I wish you the same miserable emptiness
Every piano in this city sounds out of tune
Hundred and eighty decibels, I don't wanna know what you're taking (Mh-mh-mhh)
Wrists thin, four days underwater, and I won't emerge

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't want you to call me anymore, telling me how you are
Explained a hundred times that your pity doesn't suit you
For two years, you couldn't prevent me from leaving
Ran me over three times with your BMW (Mhh-mh-mh, mhh)

[Chorus]
You've broken us, mh-mh-mhh
Not a word had fit between us, mh-mh-mhh
Six bullets in your barrel with my name on them
Come on, tell me the last sentence already

[Verse 2]
I scrape you up again and you just slap your band-aid over me (Mh-mh-mhh)
Want to scream at you again, GeloRevoice, but don't even know where you are
Every piano in this city is falling on my head
Who will sweep me up now, and throw me to the other junk?
And I feel all my memories of you in an endless loop (Mh-mh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't want you to call me anymore, telling me how you are
Explained a hundred times that your pity doesn't suit you
For two years, you couldn't prevent me from leaving
Ran me over three times with your BMW (Mhh-mh-mh, mhh)

[Chorus]
You've broken us, mh-mh-mhh
Not a word had fit between us, mh-mh-mhh
Six bullets in your barrel with my name on them
Come on, tell me the last sentence already (Mhh-mh-mh, mhh)
You've broken us, mh-mh-mhh
Not a word had fit between us, mh-mh-mhh
Six bullets in your barrel with my name on them
Come on, tell me the last sentence already (Ooh-ooh)

[Outro]
"White Ferrari" – Frank, "Chicago Freestyle"
Bepanthen on my skin (Ooh-ooh)
Wish I had never met you
Where's the DeLorean when I need it?