Falco — Crime Time song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Crime Time" by Falco.
Lyrics
Hello folks…
Welcome to Crime Time
Lost Angeles irgendwann spät Abends
Er war einer jener Abende Nich viel vom Glanz des Rodeo Drive №brig
Geblieben war
Viel mehr schien sich die von der Strapaze des Tages
Gequälte Luft
Zu №berlegen, welchem der beiden Männer sie wohl zuerst
Die Kehle zudr№cken sollte
Der eine Mann war Bill A. Hemingway,
Seine Freunde nannten ihn Philosopher,
Der andere Mann war ich
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it’s crime time again
Wir sassen in Hemingways Appartment
Dicht an den schwarzweiss besiedelten Blocks nahe der
Central Avenue
Dicht genug zu sp№ren,
Wie sehr sich die Sonne bem№hte in ihrem täglichen Untergang
Beide Seiten den Strassen zu belichten
Es war wenig außergewöhnliches an Hemmingway
Wenn man von seinen Händen und sienem Lächeln absehen konnte
Seine Hände beschrieben in ihrer Bewegung einen Nachtfalter,
Dem der Tag schon viel zu lange schien.
Sein Lächeln konnte man fast mögen,
Solange man lebend dazu Gelegenheit hatte
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it’s crime time again
Jetzt lächelte Hemmingway
Denn er wusste daß seine Gloria mich zu ihm geschickt hatte,
Um ein sehr privates Problem zu klären
Ich war das private Problem und seine
38er Automatik zielte geradewegs auf meinen Solarplexus
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it’s crime time again
Lyrics translation
Hello folks…
Welcome to Crime time
Lost Angeles sometime late at night
He was one of those evenings not much of the splendor of Rodeo Drive №brig
Had remained
Much more seemed to be affected by the strain of the day
Tortured Air
To decide№, which of the two men you probably first
The throat should be squeezed
The one man was Bill A. Hemingway,
His friends called him a Philosopher,
The other man was me
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again
We sat in Hemingway's apartment
Close to the black-and-white populated Blocks near the
Central Avenue
Tight enough to sp№ren,
How much the sun bem№hte in its daily setting
To expose both sides of the streets
There was little out of the ordinary about Hemmingway
If you could refrain from his hands and smile
His hands described a moth in their motion,
To whom the day seemed far too long.
You could almost like his smile,
As long as you had the opportunity to do so alive
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again
Now Hemmingway smiled
Because he knew that his Gloria had sent me to him ,
To clarify a very private Problem
I was the private Problem and its
38 automatic aimed straight at my solar plexus
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again