Where is my water hiding swampy behind a curtain

When the curtain falls lyrics
of Freundeskreis feat. Wasi

When the curtain falls lyrics

Maximi, Maxima, Maximax is here
In case of danger I stay clear, like Che Guevara
You mean we are not really like a Fatamorgana
But ask my Rhyme like boxer Carmina Burana


Wasilicious, upholding the family tradition
My ego is streaky like the forest was in Brazil
I build my own thing and pull it through until you hear my echo
Echo yourselves, I keep your awe
M.C.'s see us as advocates of a new era
I'm not your teacher, I see the whole thing a little more clearly
No smart shit who thinks his shit is deep and doesn't stink
Dude, make records, every second one links you
But I'm young and open-minded, I know who
As a friend and an enemy, I don't regret a day
Which I honestly looked back on and finally rejected everything
First, because views change and, second, I am allowed to do that
You can read it in my texts, I wonder
How long it takes to break free from namelessness
To reveal oneself and one's being
Where is the answer to the question that was still open?
This fact alone takes away our illusion
You long for fame, sensation wants fusion
Vies for the favor of the consumer kid, think of the stupidity
Before you put "Keep it real" in your mouth

When the curtain falls, go behind the scenes
The bad are often good and the good are cunning
Blinded by the scenario, one does not recognize
The real dramas don't take place in the limelight


I love our sound like Latinos Bossa
Live my life under the sign of the Bandiera Rossa
For the posse and beats that clean me like water
Go on stony roads my tormentors turn pale
Because I'm still suffering for the pane that is on top
Don't know if it outweighs what I'm getting from the sale
Don't run after you for a place in your record box
I know the real value even if I only write in the shade
Banal rap is public and makes us
In terms of art, to a banana republic
Only the good is so close, why wander into the distance?
When we learn and mature before we reach for the stars
Everyone thinks they are going to Monaco as a gigolo in a jacket
Dreams of fame like Jacko, he hears the gecko seven times
The habit is decoration, the performance just hides
But your Mack behavior needs my correction
We square the circle against all convention '
And hostage the spirit of counter-revolution
Are like Chiapas, sons of Zapata
Feel pata pata like Miriam Makeba
We hit like a meteor boy
You see red running into the void like a bull with a matador
When we put words, sentences form pictorial texts that are appalling
Because we long for the truth
Nick your head like a Jew at the Western Wall
We bring the styles that will last for a millennium
Goodbye monsieur, ton jeu est fini
With us you bite on granite - bon appetit

When the curtain falls, go behind the scenes
The bad are often good and the good are cunning
Blinded by the scenario, one does not recognize
The real dramas don't take place in the limelight

Writer (s): PHILIPPE ALEXANDER KAYSER, WASILIOS NTUANOGLU, MAX HERRE, MARTIN WELZER Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com