Das bisschen Regen (Die Vergessenen Pt 4) English translation
von Casper

When the rain fell down, the bars still were full
Not much of a deal, there were storms like that every year
Windows closed up with wood, looked up garages
Waterbottles and double a batteries filled in to shelves
Canned food (but as a negativ word) from the grocery store pilled up in the cart
I don’t even watch the news, panic’s beeing fueled there
We’re not going to drive anywhere bc of that litte bit of rain
That little bit of rain
That little bit of rain
That little bit of rain
That little bit of rain


That little bit of rain turned into a river as the levee broke
The winds blew, the smell cam as the air got tight
Water stood to the neck
The last rescue was the neighbours roof
We listened to the radio
The night came and went
The city, how we knew it, lays
burried beyond black mud
deep in the water, that’s flowing unstoppably, yes the ravens in the weeping willows
drones over the stream out of the ruins
and floating grey-white bodies at tree twigs
on the days where the music was silent, sirens on repeat
helicopters came
but not to rescue but for views
the donation special broadcast, zoom closer
marie laveau, what only did we do to you?
That little bit of rain

After the flood the sun came
With the sun the hunger
With the hunger the frustration
After that out of the anger also the stealing
Everything we owned burried beneath the ruins
They say ‘‘we’re sitting in the same boat‘‘ but some more comfortable
Cause if the bank account is right, there isn’t a problem
The rest was squeezed in to the stadion
Where armoured cars drive and the guard stands
The women scream ‘‘no‘‘ and beg for mercy, the food is missing

That little bit of rain
That little bit of rain
That little bit of rain
That little bit of rain


As long as kermit is still playing the trombone
Dr. Johns Piano is still making sounds in the streets
Daddy Parkers guitar is still swinging there, infront oft he carter
Louis Armstrong is still singing about all the wonderfull things
Here the hope isn’t lost, only the things, that we love
hope isn’t lost, only the things, that we love
hope isn’t lost, only the things, that we love
hope isn’t gone, only drifted apart
Hope isn’t dead, only the family

We the forgotten
We the forgotten
We the forgotten