JUBILÄUM Lyrics (English Translation) – RAF Camora

Read the full JUBILÄUM (English Translation) lyrics by RAF Camora along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Raf Camora’s music, you can also explore OHNE DICH and VISION, two other songs by Raf Camora.

[Part 1]
Came to earth stark naked like the Terminator
In the era of Madonna and Erasure
’84, first victory as a spermatozoid
Medically, the explanation for why I exist
Little mongrel: half spaetzle, half pasta
A little kebab or sarma on the street
’96 you hear rap or Nirvana
No computers, smoke my first Jack in the Dadler
’98, first lyrics, forget them at the concert
A bit like 8 Mile, shaking like a cookie
’99 I listen to dancehall at parties with dreadlocks

Smoke under plastic palm trees in the Flex
2001 official first release date
Family Bizz is written in small letters on a mixtape
2002 I’m selling speed, E’s, thank God discreetly (Ah, yes)
Until the number 18 is on my ID

[Hook]
An RAF stands in front of Camora, the year is an anniversary
You know My name, turn phrases into a museum
Tell me where I came from, it’s all bordering on fiction
Write it in three parts, you don’t need to know the rest, R.

RAF, the year is our anniversary
People know my name, turn phrases into a museum
You see my face at concerts and in clips
But you and I, we don’t know each other

[Part 2]
’03, my first deal, a major comes into play
And, idiot that I was, I signed everything
’04, I got dropped, at twenty, I was looking for jobs
Selling a piece of Telekom junk on the phone
’05 was a scandal, the whole of Fünfhaus was asking
“Emir, brother, do you know this RAF? He’s got potential”
But Ersguterjunge signs Chak and Stickle

I’ll do what they do, buy a night bus ticket
Take it to Berlin in 2007
I want everything Win or lose
My first contribution is in Juice
My first tape in ’08, as if it were written (Ah, yes)
The release date was issue 187 (Ah)

[Hook]
There’s an RAF in front of Camora, the year is an anniversary
People know my name, make a museum out of phrases
Telling where I came from, it’s all bordering on fiction
Write it in three parts, you don’t need to know the rest, R.
RAF, the year is an anniversary
People know my name, make a museum out of phrases
You see my face at concerts and in clips
But you and I, we don’t know each other (Yeah, man, hey)

[Part 3]
Third verse, it’s as sad as the piano
After heights, you fall deep, in 2014 I was clueless
Almost broke, the bus was back at the station
New artists came, old fruits were resurrected Windfall (Mh, ah)
Rabe came at night, 2’15 came Ghøst
Met Kontra K, 2’16 came Bonez
After years, a star overnight
Palm trees of glass and diamonds, ecstasy in the land (Ah)
2’17 anthracite for Vienna, my city (Oh, ah)
2’18 then with “500 PS” up its ass (Ah)
2’19 at its peak, couldn’t get my bearings anymore
Rabe flew so high, then burned me in the sun (Uh)
2’21, after the stuff came the future
PaP 3, everyone again in the tour bus
“All Night” broke records, but broke me in my sleep
But fact: Every time I come out of the dark