Blockjunge Lyrics (English Translation) – Samra

Read the full Blockjunge (English Translation) lyrics by Samra along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Samra’s music, you can also explore Es Tut Mir Leid and Nasser Asphalt, two other songs by Samra.

[Intro]
Rrah

[Part 1]
Yes, I know, so many years were difficult, Mama (Wuah)
Thermo settlement, minus temperatures in the heart chamber
Grew up where dreams burst
Between buildings that scrape the clouds, I reached for the stars, Mama
I can remember well, back then in my childhood bedroom
The atmosphere was cold, the walls were grey, as if I were behind bars (Wuah)
My heart is fu*ked, you hear my neighborhood when I record lines
Hear all the worries and the thorns that I was born into (Rrah)
So who wants to tell me (Who?)
What pain is? Carry mountains of snow on my soul
Was constantly on the move, but in my heart I was paralyzed
I walked over broken glass, had to die so that Berlin could live
Rrah, throw out a chunk because I had a dream (Hahaha)
As if I could fly with the feathers from my down jacket (Rrah)
Between depression and hope
Was marked by life as a block boy (Rrah)

[Hook]
They see the block boy, off-road in the rain
Do laps under the moon
We hang out on the tenth floor with little hope
The hours are monotonous
Waiting for a miracle that doesn’t exist (Rrah)
But in return we get wounds that you can’t see (Pah, pah)
All eyes see the block boy, off-road in the rain
Out here in Berlin (Ja-ja)

[Part 2]
We feel alone where no one Chance gets
As if the sun had forgotten us behind the horizon
Eyes purple-black, days anthracite like concrete blocks
Pray for Better Days, sixteen bars, gospel song
Rrah, the weather is making us depressed

Rain smashes like a Kalash on the roofs of Berlin
Feel no vitamin D, endorphins missing
No butterflies in the stomach, but pulling a knife works
Here the little ones want big carts, not bicycles
Here dreams grow big in a few square meters
Novolines, Northern Lights, Novalgin, nostalgia
Empty hands, hope for Malayin around us
Before my very first deal (Rrah)
I had nothing to lose
Stay on the street and I’ll shoot
At the whole industry (Rrah)

[Hook]
They see the block boy, off-road in the rain
Doing laps under the moon
We’re hanging in the tenth floor with little hope
The hours are monotonous
Waiting for a miracle that doesn’t exist (Rrah)
But in return you get wounds that you can’t see (Pah, pah)
All eyes see the block boy, off-road in the rain
Out here in Berlin (Ja-ja)