There are Yachi and I
In the team photo of the B-Youth at TSV
We went to Heinrich-Heine together
Secretly smoked down at the playground
He came for dinner
My mother asked, "May I touch your beautiful black hair once?"
You let her, smiled a bit tensely
Ate and thanked politely

And the Ferris wheel turns
Behind Lego bricks made of concrete
And he heard them ask
"Where do you actually come from?"

Where was I born? Where was I born?
They ask where I was born
I say, I was born in Munich-Harlaching
Munich, old lady
My heart is a beaten-to-death baby seal

The two of us in the kiosk and the woman behind the counter said
"I don't mean you! No stealing here!
You can translate for your friend: I have my eye on him!"
Then the first application for your first apartment
Under my name, because yours didn't work
And the landlord then spoke to you in very simple language
As if you were a child
I said, "Screw this place!
If they won't let you in here, they don't want me either."
We went to my place, sat by the window, laughed and drank a beer
I looked at you and said
"We are so similar, we are so alike" and you said to me
"Yes, we are, but we are not here!"

And the Christmas market lights up
Behind Lego bricks made of concrete
And he heard them ask
"Where do you actually come from?"

Where was I born? Where was I born?
They ask where I was born
I say, I was born in Munich-Harlaching
Munich, old lady
My heart is a beaten-to-death baby seal

Maybe you would also be a victim of the NSU
Maybe you would also be a victim of the police
Maybe you would also be a victim of the judiciary and they would ask
"Where was he born?"
"Where did he come from?"
"Couldn't he have been sent back there?"
Munich-Harlaching, old lady

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