Rabenväter (Featuring BattleBoi Basti) [Live] English translation
von Alligatoah

Ah, the Battleboi, oh man...
I heard your wife has also gifted you an heir?!
Very true, I also became a father.
Is he as gifted as mine?
Well... I don't want to boast. But...


One day, my son will do more than planting a tree.
He will be the best athlete on earth, as well as in space shuttles!
He will be a star, even if he's lacking the words to use.
My son knows chores! But not surrendering.
Someday, your son will call my son "Your Eminence"!
If he won't become pope, he will be the president of Germany.
[That is] doable for the little rascal early on.
Then we will have honey flowing in the rivers of this country, instead of (fresh) water.
My son will beat your lout.
My son will get gold at the olympic games.
Surely in five disciplines.
Because he got more trophies than his athlete friends.
There's so many, I had to put them on our front lawn.
Your son will probably just be a spastic!
Too bad.
But mine will remedy it, because he will be a plastic surgeon.
Slims down every fat ass.
Will easily become head physician right after his medical studies.
My Son will be a basketball player at an early age.
Surely, he just jokingly calls me "slave owner" sometimes.
My son doesn't have a relaxed quota.
But he won't be distracted from practicing ever since my book burning.
My son will one day become a celebrated musician.
Makes all the groupies scream, wins the Pulitzer Prize.
Uploads videos, a philosopher like Socrates - only small treats.
Rigorously becomes a gigolo, writes ten evergreens a month.

Come to daddy, when I call!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
Be the best in school!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
Take the beatings as a lesson!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
But tell no one!
Or the ravens will feast on you!

Come to daddy, when I call!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
Be the best in school!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
Take the beatings as a lesson!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
But tell no one!
Or the ravens will feast on you!

Because I can't clone myself...
I have a son.
He's running, because he is well familiar with black feathers.


"But-... isn't that.. no. It's been ages! Say, how is your son doing?"

Well, my son develops a little slowly.
Not ready to go to work, but ready for any atrocity.
He's neither in the district parliament all day, nor chancellor, nor a public health officer.
He's at the bank (=bench) now.
At which one?
At the one in the city park.
My son holds the record in getting banned on entering places.
My son can just do everything, he even stole from nuns.
My son is a charmer, women like him.
Because if he gets on stage, he wins foul fruit.
My son never has problems...
when it comes to women, because he is in a gay marriage.
His career is tough and long, but it's enough for a PhD.
My only son is now my only daughter.
My son has the biggest apartment in the basement.
My son is the strongest amongst his cellmates.
He lives there for a while already, together with Ansgar and Olaf.
They give him love, he was recently inmate of the month.
My son was once the pride of my family.
Now he unfortunately makes Hip-Hop for the common people.

He may not be a musician, but he went from dishwasher behind bars...
to backup-rapper, despite s-s-s-s-s-slips of the tongue.
If my son gets out, he will run amok with just an axe and an electric saw.
(I) wonder: "Where did this bastard get his anger issues from?"
Okay. The boy isn't flawless, despite me raising him strictly.
Hmm, maybe it'll go better with the next son.

Come to daddy, when I call!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
Be the best in school!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
Take the beatings as a lesson!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
But tell no one!
Or the ravens will feast on you!

Come to daddy, when I call!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
Be the best in school!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
Take the beatings as a lesson!
Or the ravens will feast on you!
But tell no one!
Or the ravens will feast on you!

Because I can't clone myself...
I have a son.
He's running, because he is well familiar with black feathers.