[Intro – Yodel] Yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! Munich streets, big tents, let’s go! Gangsters hungry, pockets low, but we still shine in the Wiesn glow! --- [Verse 1 – Spanish] Vengo del barrio con hambre y sin oro, en la carpa gigante me roban el tesoro. Un litro de espuma cuesta más que mi renta, me río del precio, la vida violenta. Las luces brillando, turistas con plata, yo cuento monedas, la mesa me mata. Un pollo asado, el precio me quema, pero yo sigo gangster, sin ningún problema. --- [Chorus – Yodel] Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! --- [Verse 2 – Italian] Arrivo da Napoli senza moneta, la folla festeggia, la musica è lieta. Un wurstel qui costa più della mia vita, ma resto bandito, la strada è infinita. Guardo i turisti con tasche piene, noi veniamo dal basso, soffriamo catene. La birra dorata, mi fa sudare, ma un vero gangster non può mollare. --- [Chorus – Yodel] Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! --- [Verse 3 – French] Des rues de Marseille aux tentes de Munich, j’ai l’impression que le monde est tragique. Un billet disparaît pour un simple repas, les prix m’écrasent, mais j’reste là. Je vois les riches lever leurs chopes, moi je galère, mais j’garde mes potes. Un gangster sourit, même quand il souffre, le prix de la fête me casse, m’étouffe. --- [Chorus – Yodel] Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! --- [Verse 4 – Portuguese] Eu vim da favela, sem luxo, sem grana, mas na Baviera a festa é insana. A música toca, mas a conta é cruel, um frango dourado vale um castel. Os ricos brindando, rindo sem fim, mas eu sou bandido, nada me derruba assim. A cerveja é ouro, a comida um roubo, mas eu sigo firme, não caio no jogo. --- [Chorus – Yodel] Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! --- [Verse 5 – English] Straight from the hood where the pockets are dry, I step in the tent, the prices too high. A pretzel’s a fortune, the beer is insane, I laugh through the struggle, embrace all the pain. Tourists all shining with diamonds and chains, I’m broke but I’m proud, still blood in my veins. From the ghetto to Munich, I’ll never disguise, gangster forever with hunger in my eyes. --- [Chorus – Yodel] Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! --- [Verse 6 – Russian] Я пришёл с окраины, там голод и дым, на Октоберфесте всё кажется сном. Пиво как золото, цена без конца, но я улыбаюсь, не видно лица. Баварские песни, богатые гости, а мы без рубля, но держим мы кости. Жизнь уличная, суровая, злая, но душа бандита всегда прямая. --- [Chorus – Yodel] Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! Yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! --- [Outro – Yodel] Yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! Munich nights, we steal the show! Yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh, yoh-dl-ay-ee-oh! Poor men, rich spirit – forever we go!
