High English translation
von Ina Müller

Wuhu, wuhu, wuhu
Wuhu, wuhu, wuhu
High, high, high

We didn't tell anyone
Packed nothing and planned nothing
I think I wouldn't have come either
If you had warned me

But now we both sit here
Tank half full, cigarets, chips, and beer
And you step on the gas again
We're flying up to the stars

My favorite song is playing on the radio
The old Beetle roars like the beat
And when the wind rushes around our ears again
The fear disappears on the A2

I hope it lasts forever I hope we never arrive
Because as long as we drive thru the nite
I finally feel free again


Finally free and high, high, high (wuhu)
Finally free and high, high, high

So, I think from here it's still five kilometers to the sea
And to the orbit, it's just 95 more
And the right lane of the highway
Still feels like flying
And you step on the gas again
Wir fliegen zu den Sternen.

My favorite song is playing on the radio
The old Beetle roars like the beat
And when the wind rushes around our ears again
The fear disappears on the A2

I hope it lasts infinitely long
I hope we never arrive
Because as long as we drive thru the nite
I finally feel free again

Finally free and high, high, high (wuhu)
Finally free and high, high, high
Finally free again and high, high, high (finally free again)
Finally free and high, high, high (finally free)


Walked the last stretch on foot
The tank is empty, the eyes heavy
The sun paints the waves pink
I stand still, I can't go on
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