This Town Is Not My Home
In dieser Stadt bin ich nicht zuhaus'
Wir haben uns nichts zu sagen
Hier packte ich meine Koffer aus
Ohne die Zelte aufzuschlagen
Denn diese Stadt hat kein Gesicht
Das einlädt zum Verweilen
Die Straßen reimen sich hier nicht
Wie and're gute Zeilen
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
oh, no
No no
Die Häuser sind hier selbstbewußt
Und neigen zum Übertreiben
Und man hat einfach keine Lust
Hier ein Gedicht zu schreiben
Hier wär' man auch nicht gerne Kind
Und auch nicht gern' begraben
Hier möcht' man manchmal wie der Wind
So große Schritte haben
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
oh, no
No no
Hier sehnt man sich nach Hinterhof
Und dem Kino um die Ecke
Nach Häuserwänden mit 'Hans ist doof'
Und einer Ginsterhecke
Nach dem Briefträger auf dem Rad
Und Zeit zum Briefeschreiben
Und nach dem Wirtshaus das gut dran tat
Sich selber treu zu bleiben
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
oh, no
No no
Hier möcht' ich gerne im Höhenflug
Über die Dächer fliegen
Doch ich weiß ich bin nicht stark genug
Die Stadt hier zu besiegen
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
oh, no
No no
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
no, no, no, no
No no
(This town is not my home)
(This town is not my home)
(This town is not my home)
oh, no
No no
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
oh, no
No no
This Town Is Not My Home
I'm not at home in this city
We have nothing to say to each other
Here I unpacked my suitcases
Without pitching the tents
Because this city has no face
This invites you to linger
The streets don't rhyme here
Like other good lines
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
Oh, no
No, no
The houses here are self-confident
And tend to exaggerate
And you just don’t feel like
To write a poem here
You wouldn't want to be a child here either
And don't like to be buried either
Here you sometimes want to be like the wind
Such big steps have
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
Oh, no
No, no
Here one longs for backyard
And the cinema around the corner
After house walls with 'Hans is stupid'
And a gorse hedge
After the postman on the bike
And time to write letters
And after the pub that was good
To stay true to yourself
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
Oh, no
No, no
Here I would like to soar
Flying over the rooftops
But I know I'm not strong enough
To defeat the city here
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
Oh, no
No, no
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
No, no, no, no
No, no
(This town is not my home)
(This town is not my home)
(This town is not my home)
Oh, no
No, no
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
Oh, no
No, no