Türke, Türke
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Turk, Turk
I'm standing on the street, have my eyes open.
I'm waiting for a Turk, because I'll hit him.
And if I'm already at it, then I'll kick him too.
It's just a Turk, an old filthy pig!
Chorus:
Turk, Turk, what have you done?
Turk, Turk, why are you bothering me?
Turk, Turk, what have you done?
Turk, Turk, why are you bothering me?
They constantly eat garlic and stink like a pig.
They come here to Germany and live here carelessly.
They constantly cause trouble and only make a mess here.
They must be killed, everything else is pointless!
Chorus.
Put them in prison or send them to the barracks
Send them to the desert, but finally send them away
Kill their children, violate their women, don't fall into their race
And let's teach them the horror
