Überlebt Lyrics (English Translation) – Kolja Goldstein, Dú Maroc

Read the full Überlebt (English Translation) lyrics by Kolja Goldstein and Dú Maroc along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Kolja Goldstein like Money and KOUWE OUWE (First Day Out).

[Intro: Kolja Goldstein]
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na (Yes, yes)

[Part 1: Kolja Goldstein]
Father says: “(??) is the key to success”
Today blood on my hands, rolling through Brussels in my Royce
How the shooter chased me, look, he was looking at the camera
The boys yell: “Jebiga, amana”
How often did I lie awake at night, how often could I not sleep? (Yes)
Six o’clock in the morning, (??) all the fillings and the cars
How could you betray me? I trusted you, how many chances, how much drama and
I’m going to have to deal with it all again (again)

What you all write, come and run in my shoes (run)
I don’t have time, I can’t get enough outside (Ah)
I thank Neco for the partnership (Salame)
Everything is crystal clear, Targadach

[Hook: Kolja Goldstein]
Whenever they come, they’re late again
I’m outside all day, I’m on the go too much
The other guys who talk have never moved anything
I’m packing my things, I’ve survived until here
Whenever they come, they’re late again
I’m outside all day, I’m on the go too much
The other guys who talk have never moved anything
I’m packing my things, I’ve survived until here

[Part 2: Dú Maroc]
Yimma once said: “My son
Sabr is the key to Success”
Nobody dials 110 here
If you have too much debt, shots are fired from the Colt
Sub-Zero, people turn your heart to ice
Think to myself: “Tranquilo”, waste time here in the casino ((??))
Show people what they want to see
Behind the sun, grey rain clouds (Aha)
Choya, add pep with phosphorus and sulphur (Ohh)

The sirens wail on the block for a couple of hours (Ja)
The devil leads us down godless paths (Ohh)
My back out here is just mother’s prayers (Ohh)

[Hook: Kolja Goldstein]
Whenever they come, they’re late again
I’m outside all day, I’m on the go too much
The other guys who talk have never moved anything
I’m packing my things, I’ve survived until here
Whenever they come, they’re late again
All I’m only outside all day, I’m on the go too much
The other guys who talk have never done anything
I’m packing my things, I’ve survived until now