Lok auf 2 Beinen traducción al Inglés

I run uphill, roll downhill
through the Pampa and through the city
straight ahead, my paint scratched
Zack, with a head through the wall, until it crackles
Stay where you are, I'll pick you up
I do not lose weight, even if I have gout
I'm on the testicles, until I have bleeding heels
buy like a woman new Botten in the minute
The pump is pumping, I have sore lungs
if young dog, never gets full
No doubts, I run around it
I'll chase him in a zigzag until I have a phantom
I hardly sleep, eat dirt, see it on the corner
When I'm there, it's gone again
Fat hen in the nose, am indicated
she wants to have her and wag his tail

Something keeps me busy
and sometimes I'm sick of it
It kicks me day and night
The devil in the neck, who snatches at me
The world gotta turn and nothing may stay the same
I'm running through my life like a loco with 2 legs
A dog can not crow, a fish can not scream

and I can not stand still, I'm a rolling stone

High-tech boots from NASA
huge veins on my calves
on the glasses flying carcasses
when I came from Paris to Dakar on foot
I'm dirty, walk through the lake
I'm hungry and I'm eating
Drink from the Pulse Iso drinks
Stroll to the duck, quite sovereign
I'm on the run, I'm hunting
I'm a busy fox, always on the line
It's like an addiction, I needed every day
I'm a bus, my brake fails
Lost through walls, nothing may take
bite your nails, have bumblebees in your ass

must go away again, do not want to be acid
Women mourn, wearing furs in black

Something keeps me busy
and sometimes I'm sick of it
It kicks me day and night
The devil in the neck, who snatches at me
The world gotta turn and nothing may stay the same

I'm running through my life like a loco with 2 legs
A dog can not crow, a fish can not scream
and I can not stand still, I'm a rolling stone

The music is pumping loud, I smell from afar
Rum, smoke, women and soap
Three doorknobs fly to the side
because I quarrel in the shed like on rails
I run ten laps through the club
I dance, the dance floor is broken
Brides in chic pumps are in the rubble
I carry her to the bar, we take a sip
I piggyback, dance on the table
Spill all the drinks, I'm wet like a fish
I run out the back, once around the house
and in front again, I'm almost fresh again
The wheel has to turn, so I turn the wheel
I have to go and everyone leaves