From the window on the ICE
Small talk on delayed trains
I can barely speak German
What do you do for a living?
I am music I am art
I am artificial I am punk
Goodbye, good day, greetings
A Clara Schumann groupie
Obsessed like Fitzcarraldo
What's under the dirndl dress?
Unity, discipline, and diligence
Climate strike at the butcher shop
Stuck in the Fourth Reich
Haiyti, Deichkind, my circle of poets
Chilly ice-cold, Antarctica
I am Caspar David Friedrich
Superman Friedrich Nietzsche
Is my favorite comedian
Tangled cables with comfort food
German food is underestimated
My jokes are poorly translated
Get rich or die trying
Could you see what I see
From the window on the ICE
The prince in my neighborhood
I'm the villain without a cape
Piano sound like storm and stress
Fame only touches me peripherally
I go everywhere with a joint
Tracksuit but fancy
I'm rich like Raniczki
I'm Christian like Klaus Kinski
From the window on the ICE
The fatherland is not a dreary place
Square, practical, good
I used to live like a god
This song is a love letter