[Verse 1: Massimo]
In Berlin I am Kanake in Egypt I am German
I drink a beer here and there and my Baba is disappointed
I am not the Muslim, who he wanted me to become
Nevertheless I bear his name, fill it with pride and honor
My father came to Germany when he was just 21 years old
Experienced racism early on
>Thought he could save me from it
I mean, I'm not stupid, I'm aware of my origins
But I never thought I'd have to pay for it in Berlin must
I HATE THE EAST
I'll never go to Lichtenberg again
I'd probably be dead if Vork hadn't come to the arbitration'
22 against one, with Blackjacks and combat boots
They kicked me while passersby rubbed their fingers
This is my Germany, this is where I grew up
And as an Arab, a potential terrorist of tomorrow< br/>I don't want to grow old here, I know my goal
20 women, 40 children and to die on the Nile
[Hook: Tarek, Massimo, Cuba]
I am German< br/>At least on paper
I'm German
But in Germany I'm not a German like you
Even though I'm in the country of my ancestors, I'm still alone
I'm at home everywhere and at home nowhere
[Verse 2: Cuba]
I came to Germany when I was seven
I accepted the German passport and Germany
I am a German like you, you are not a German like me
>I disappointed Germany, they said in court
We arrived with 20 marks in our pockets
In Berlin, in the city where you can do anything
You can do anything if you just is only nine
Grows up in an asylum seekers' home and doesn't speak German very well
My brother only came a year later
He was the fourth person to sleep in 20 m²
The bathroom was constantly occupied
It was ugly and yellow
The last dirt
Divided by six
Families in the block
We stayed in this hole for years to come
/>To all my friends from before and remember
Pierdolcie, co bylo jak moja piosenka
[Hook: Tarek, Massimo, Cuba]
I'm German
At least on paper
I am German
But in Germany there is no German like you
Even though I am in the land of my ancestors, I am still alone
I am at home everywhere and at home nowhere
[Verse 3 : Tarek]
It's called fuck here die USA since September 11th
My buddies were born here and are still foreigners
They say descendants of guest workers are poorly integrated
So they don't have anywhere at home until they are imprisoned
But there where money is tight, violence is an outlet
And home is not a place, home is a feeling
I grew up on the beach, in a country where it's always warm
My name is Arabic
I'm Aryan-African
In Africa I'm white
In Germany I'm black
In Neuköln I'm cool
In Lichtenberg I'm fucked
Between two chairs it's hard to say where you belong
Because I have a green passport and my heart beats for BERLIN
But the winter here is driving you crazy
/>I often dream in Spanish
About the sea, wake up and freak out because it's not there
[Hook: Tarek, Massimo, Cuba]
I'm German
At least on paper
I'm German
But in Germany I'm not a German like you
Even though I'm in the country of my ancestors, I'm still alone
I'm at home everywhere and at home nowhere

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