Prag English translation
von Chakuza

At some point you don't care and then you walk away or turn around.
Everything was just warm air, only lighter, let's call it helium.
Back then you were big, but you just bombed it, then the others just won with their squadrons and battalions.
We sat together, everything was perfect, what fantastic evenings.
But our monument from back then is only a plastic statue.
Too overgrown, like the rainforests of Brazil, only crushed lilies remain from our heyday.
I'm sorry, as awesome as it was, I don't miss a single day.
The days of best friends are over, that's it.
Let grief obscure like the skyline of Prague.

Our big dream went wrong.
First the drums stopped playing.
And the only thing left are the spirits I called.


Wanted to hold on to something, but never understand that was it.
Cigarettes, alcohol, problems, smells in shabby bars and where there was so much sun there is now only shade.
Insanely fresh clothes, only old uniform jackets.
You don't want to know, but you realize that it's something strange, because you keep hearing ghost stories from every corner.
The promise to us: out into the world, somewhere, now we really know every drunk tank from the inside.
Now it's history with the beats and the raps, my favorite hotel has been eaten away by termites and it's going black outside the pane, spotlights off over the Prague skyline.

Our big dream went wrong.
First the drums stopped playing.
And the only thing left are the spirits I called.

Fuck all that chatter, because I'm standing in front of you like a wall, I'm silent.
Because we have transformed ourselves into clowns for polished cars.
For a while we were happy, sharing cigarettes like brothers, today there are lies and bickering between indifferent looks.
And calls only reach voicemail, as if each of us had traveled to Bobaido forever.
And there's that moment when nobody says anything when the lights don't shine over Prague's skyline anymore.