Mambo English translation
von Herbert Grönemeyer

There's nothing I hate more than being late
The sun is burning and it's hot in the car
A horn concert as of a thousand trumpets
I want to be with you, now I'm standing here, shit!

Ah, I've been making my rounds
For hours
The engines are drumming
It's roaring in my ears
I can't find a parking spot
I'll be late for you, my darling
You sit with coffee and cake
And I'll have to keep looking

There are traffic wardens on every corner
Lurking like panthers ready to pounce
You can't park here, you can forget it
Have everything under control far and wide


Oh, I've been making my rounds
Here so my rounds
The engines are drumming
It's roaring in my ears
I can't find a parking spot
I'm late for you, my darling
You're sitting with coffee and cake
And I'm looking around

Car starts to boil, pulse starts to throb
I start to panic, soaking wet with sweat
It's unbelievable, such masses of cars
Don't they have a home? I want to go to you

Oh, I've been making my rounds
For hours now
The engines are drumming
Roaring in my ears
I can't find a parking spot
I'll be late for you, my darling
You're sittin' with coffee and cake
And I'm cruisin' around

Car starts to boil, heart starts to pound
I'm starting to panic, sweating soaking wet
It's unbelievable, such masses of cars
Don't they have a home? I want to go to you


Oh, I've been making my rounds
Here I've been making my rounds
The engines are drumming
It's roaring in my ears
I can't find a parking spot
I'll be late for you, my darling
You're sitting with coffee and cake
And I'm looking around

Oh, I've been making my rounds
For hours
The engines are drumming
It's roaring in my ears
I can't find a parking spot
I'll be late for you, my darling
You're sittin' with coffee and cake
And I'm calling out

Thanks James