Treibjagd

Today the closed season is over
Today the hunter has to go out
That's why he dresses up
Get into the bubble bath
And shaves off everyday life

He polishes the sneakers
Standing in front of the wardrobe
Dresses like a star
Rubs wet gel into hair
And makes his way to the city

A strange gleam in the eyes
A springy dance in the legs
And in the heart the ancient greed
Off to the disco
Because that is where the man has his territory

It is a hunt
Driven hunt
Aim and run
Driven hunt
Driven hunt
Save yourself if you can

Young game in large numbers
Already fills the area
On the bar's perch
Does the hunter see clearly
Looks for the prey with an expert eye
Knows he has to wait
On his chance to shoot
Her look is his signal
And he makes his choice
Full of trust in his hunting luck

A strange gleam in the eyes
A springy dance in the legs
And in the heart the ancient greed
Raise your gun he already has a deer in his sights

It is a hunt
Driven hunt
Aim and run
Driven hunt
Driven hunt
Save yourself if you can

Hallali oh, oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh

It is a hunt
Driven hunt
Aim and run
Driven hunt
Driven hunt
Save yourself if you can

Hallali oh, oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh

Hallali oh, oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh

Hallali oh, oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh, oh
Hallali oh, oh