Wenn Sie Kommen (feat. Ali As)

His day started so early, after just an hour of sleep
He jumps off a cattle wagon
Invisible to those coming towards him
A grab into the box of mandarins and quickly away from here
Fixating on the tourist on the corner
Polishing the dirt off his shoes without being asked
Just for four dirhams
During the holiday season, business booms here
Keeping a close eye on the shiny Rolex
When he glances through the open window
Sneaking skillfully towards the open window
Before anyone hears anything

He takes a short breath, above the city rooftops
In this moment, he can be a child
Shaking off the street dust
One eye still awake, all lights blurred
Both ears perked up, ready to escape quickly

And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come
And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come

And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come
And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come

And they chase after him, as fast as he is
Forcing himself through a slit and stepping on shards
Suppressing the pain, not to scream
He limps on, trying not to get caught, and he ducks
The police arrive, he uses older people as shields
Until he collapses: Hit one, hit two
The tourists shocked, but do nothing
Because he damages the city's image
He's just a street kid, too young for jail
First, he plays dead
And when that one moment comes, he breaks free

He takes a short breath, hidden in the shadow of the night
In this moment, he can be a child
Shaking off the street dust
One eye still awake, all lights blurred
Both ears perked up, ready to escape quickly

And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come
And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come

And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come
And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come

His stomach growls, he waits a moment, takes a breath
Runs into the store for brand watches
The sheep in black belts
The tough way, they only pay street prices for goods
Sad scenes in the dusty light
They sell haze to the younger tourists
He sees the older ones in Audi TTs
Or sitting in the Ritz for the street filets
And it dawns on him
His dream was blown away in the shimmering air
His parents are sick, no helping hand
He became a man himself here, because someone has to

And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come
And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come

And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come
And he runs when they come
Come, come, come, come, come, come