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Translation:
"I put on my cap and lock the doors
Poker face, never show people that you have feelings
The hallway smells of alcohol and dog shit
Check the mailbox before I take my round
No mail, weather forecast: cold and gray
Meet the crazy old lady on the way out
Who constantly talks to herself
And looks so worn out that it almost brings tears to your eyes
She has no one except her little white dog
She sees no reason to say 'hello' politely
Why should she? Husband dead and the children gone
A bit too old and confused for the internet
I sit on the bench in the park in front of the big tree
Remembering how it used to be
The summer a few years ago, but no one's here today
The years go by and you become lonelier
Thousand dreams, thousand friends
Names and faces fade among so many people
The wind is icy and lashes at my face
I miss my ex. Oh well. Screw the bitch
I light a cigarette and take a deep drag
Hand on my heart, we have it way too good
Living large, but never satisfied
On days like today, I could punch anyone
I reach out my hand and feel the first raindrops
I close my eyes and dream of freedom
Damn it, I miss the climate of my homeland
But hey, I grew up here. Strange here, strange there
That means in plain terms: a stranger everywhere
I look up at the sky and see the eighth floor
Lonely in freedom. This sucks
(phone conversation)
I zip up my jacket and keep walking
Meet the neighbor's boy, a well-known outcast
Alcoholic father, mother gone for years
A boy who spends all day in the streets
He looks like all his luck has abandoned him
I believe no amount of money could make him happy anymore
I want to shake his hand, he just says softly, "Hi"
And rushes past me faster than the wind blowing today
It makes me sad, what a poor guy
I would be ashamed to be his father
But I'm not his brother, I can't interfere in his life
Everyone has their problems, and this is his life
Well, I move on because I still need cigarettes
A bag of chips and oh yeah, something to drink too
I think screw it, Fard. Life is like that
I pass by the cafes and the posh nightclub
High heels, miniskirt, iPhone, ringtone
Drugs that make you believe you're living in heaven
It's one o'clock at night, it's party time
But the bouncer sends Hussein and Ali home
That's how life goes here, it's not foreign to me
The devil wears Prada, believe me, you won't recognize him
I turn around one more time and see the eighth floor
Lonely in freedom. This sucks
(conversation at the checkout)
I head straight home without detours
I've had enough for today and tomorrow
Take a few hurried drags from the cigarette
And think of Jamal, whom I'll probably never forget
I unlock the doors and walk through the staircase
Shoes covered in dirt, but hey, so are the stairs
I desperately need sleep, I'm not a lazy guy
But you won't find any sleep here. Noise everywhere
I unlock my apartment and take off my shoes
Lower the volume on the TV because I need peace
I lie down on my bed and say my prayers
And secretly hope that this time will pass
My eyes grow tired and my strength dwindles
I feel the loneliness in every corner
There I am again, on my eighth floor
Lonely in freedom. This sucks"
