Ready to trade spreadsheets for heartbeats? In Alles Was Zählt (“All That Counts”), German-Moroccan singer Namika turns everyday statistics into poetic confetti. She lists the numbers society loves to flaunt—81 years of life, 50-hour workweeks, 1.5 kids, €45 000 a year—then smiles only “13 minutes a day.” With each line, the singer pokes fun at our obsession with counting and measuring, while a smartwatch nags her to walk faster and drink more water. The result is a catchy reminder that life can feel like one gigantic Excel sheet… until you notice what is missing between the cells.
So what really counts? For Namika, it is the unquantifiable: the warmth of someone you love, the pulse of a single heart, the moments that refuse to fit into neat columns. Every time the day “runs past” her, she feels the absence of that special person and realizes that everything that matters can’t be counted. By the final chorus, the numbers crumble, leaving only emotion—proof that love, presence and meaning will always beat the math.
Am Boden Bleiben – literally “Stay on the Ground” – is a gritty yet reflective anthem in which Vega, Casper, and Montez ride the roller-coaster of ambition only to find that each rise brings cracked dreams and shrinking desires. The soaring chorus insists that to see what lies below, you first have to climb, but once you are up there, everything you once craved suddenly looks small, even pointless. That insight flips the usual rap narrative: instead of celebrating the ascent, the song asks whether it might be wiser and healthier to remain grounded.
Vivid scenes of tiny apartments, tired mothers on mopeds, drug-blurred nights, sick friends, and neighborhood tension paint a picture of people who have learned the hard way that money can buy soldiers yet never buy a heart. The rappers expose the pressure, anger, and loneliness that success often hides, turning street-level struggle into a soulful reminder that real strength is not measured in heights reached but in how firmly you can keep both feet on the pavement while protecting the ones you love.
Hinterland paints a vivid picture of small-town youth who feel stuck at “the end of the world,” yet still wear their roots like a badge of honor. Casper stacks images of empty streets, flickering streetlights and half-filled glasses to show a place where every day is just waiting and time seems frozen. The kids numb themselves with cheap thrills, toss stones just to be loud and dance wordlessly because talking would only remind them of how little changes. Here, even “the wrong drugs at the right time” are less about danger and more about fighting boredom.
At its heart the song is a love-hate letter to that forgotten Hinterland: a “damned” yet “beloved” hometown that shapes you, frustrates you and ultimately unites you with the people who share it. Casper invites us to feel both the claustrophobia and the camaraderie of growing up in a place where nothing happens, turning these restless nights and cracked sidewalks into a legend of their own.
Feeling like life is stuck on fast-forward? Namika’s “Stoptaste” paints a vivid picture of a day that blurs past in a whirlwind of buses, lectures, crying kids and suffocating deadlines. The singer compares our overloaded minds to an old cassette that’s become a tangled mess of tape: we keep rewinding conversations in our head, race through algebra formulas and juggle big life questions like career vs. self-discovery or saving vs. high-life. All the while, the noise grows louder until it buzzes in our ears like tinnitus.
But there is hope in the shape of a simple square button. The chorus urges us to press the stop button, crank up the music we love, silence the outside chaos and walk a little way with Namika back to ourselves. “Stoptaste” is a catchy reminder that when the world starts skipping tracks, we can pause, breathe and retune our inner soundtrack before we hit play again.
Lost in translation has never sounded so good! In Je Ne Parle Pas Français, German singer Namika wanders through Paris with nothing but a small suitcase and zero sense of direction. A charming stranger strikes up a conversation in rapid-fire French, and although she cannot grasp a single word, she is instantly captivated. From the Champs-Élysées to riverside sunsets, every gesture, smile, and shared cigarette becomes its own little dictionary, proving that chemistry often speaks louder than vocabulary.
The song celebrates the magic of unspoken connection: the way body language, tone, and atmosphere can create an instant bond even when grammar fails. Namika’s chorus—“Je ne parle pas français, aber bitte red’ weiter” (“I don’t speak French, but please keep talking”)—captures the thrill of surrendering to the moment. It is a flirty, feel-good reminder that sometimes the most memorable conversations are the ones we never actually understand, and that music, like love, is a universal language we can all tune into.
“Meine Zeit” (My Time) is Cro’s laid-back victory lap. Over a sunny beat he tells us: right now is all that matters. The German rapper lists the cool sneakers, nineties vibes and Supreme caps he loves, but he keeps repeating that he is relaxed, plan-free and simply writing rhymes. Instead of chasing luxury cars or a beach villa, he enjoys the ride, trusts his talent and lets the music carry him around the world.
The chorus – “Meine Zeit ist jetzt” – is an invitation to the listener. Cro celebrates success without stress, fame without ego and style without beef. The song feels like opening the windows on a summer day: lean back, breathe in the beat and remember that the best moment to live, create and have fun is right now.
Close your eyes and let Namika guide you through the bustling streets of Nador, a coastal city in northern Morocco that carries the memories and aromas of her family roots. The lyrics paint a sensory postcard: saffron-sweet pastries mix with smoky grilled meat, clattering buses overtake bleating sheep, and snake charmers share the pavement with barefoot kids kicking a ball. Every detail shimmers with curiosity and affection, revealing how alive the city feels to someone both familiar and foreign at once.
Beneath this vivid travelogue beats a deeper heart: a young woman’s search for belonging between two homelands, one on the river Main in Germany and one on the Mediterranean. Namika recognises the language, the smiles and the shared bloodline, yet she still feels "verlor’n"—lost—because her life is stretched across 2 000 miles of sea and continent. The song captures that push-and-pull of identity: feeling perfectly at home and strangely out of place in the very same moment. "Nador" is therefore more than a city tribute; it is an anthem for anyone who has ever wondered where they truly fit, and a reminder that home can be a mosaic of many places at once.
Hellwach ("Wide Awake") is Namika’s sparkling celebration of those magical hours when night slips into morning and the party simply refuses to die. The song paints vivid, cinematic snapshots: hair smelling of smoke, neon-orange garbage crews becoming accidental sunbathers, and confused commuters in suits wondering which costume party they missed. Instead of hiding from daylight, Namika and her friends flip the script, turning sunrise into their own disco ball and proudly announcing that they are every grumpy early-riser’s worst nightmare.
Behind the playful images lies a simple message: life is short, so squeeze every last drop of joy out of it. Whether they are singing lyrics they do not know, dodging street sweepers, or joking that the NSA is tracking their antics, the crew remains unstoppable. "Hellwach" champions youthful energy, spontaneous adventure, and living so intensely that sleep can wait for another day. It is an infectious reminder to catch the moment, dance through dawn, and stay brilliantly, stubbornly awake to all the fun the world can offer.
“Hi Kids” feels like the moment a cheeky class clown jumps on stage at a school assembly and grabs the mic. Cro slips out of his panda-mask persona and introduces himself by his real first name, Carlo, firing off playful commands: “Hi kids, throw your arms up and say hello!” The song is a tongue-in-cheek ego trip packed with cartoonish flexes, random punchlines and deliberate nonsense. Carlo brags about limitless “Power,” pretends he makes music by sticking his finger in a socket, and jokes about violent antics only to instantly walk them back with “Spaß, ich bin harmlos” – “Just kidding, I’m harmless.” Every boast is undercut seconds later, reminding listeners that hip-hop bravado can be just another costume, as silly or as fun as you choose to make it.
Beneath the jokes, Cro pokes fun at rap clichés – guns he does not own, “Swag” that supposedly hurts, and tough-guy posturing that ends with him still hunting for bottle deposits. The repeated hook makes the track feel like a kids’ chant: inclusive, catchy, impossible not to join in even if you have no idea who Carlo is. It is both a parody and a celebration: a self-aware anthem about not taking yourself too seriously while still owning the spotlight. By the end, the listener is in on the prank, arms raised, shouting “Hallo!” right along with him.
Remember that sun-soaked day by the sea? The song opens with Juju replaying that perfect memory like a holiday snapshot: glistening salt on tanned skin, promises of forever, and a sky full of stars while love felt weightless. Those vivid images set up the contrast to now, because the more beautiful the past was, the sharper the ache is today.
“Vermissen” is a raw confession of post-break-up longing. Juju paces through empty rooms, dives back into work, even smells an old T-shirt on tour, yet nothing silences the question pounding in her head: Should I text you? Henning May’s gravelly hook magnifies that restless tug between pride and pain. Together they capture the universal feeling of missing someone so intensely that it bends gravity, showing how hard it is to let go when every song, bar stool, and sleepless night still belongs to two people, not one.
Im Ascheregen is Casper’s fiery road-trip away from everything that feels stale and suffocating. The lyrics paint a cinematic scene: the engine is running, the radio is blaring, and the glovebox is practically rattling with “one third heating oil, two thirds gasoline.” Rather than saying a polite farewell, the narrator wants the whole town - a symbol of old habits, small-minded critics, and empty promises - to go up in flames. The ash that falls afterward is both dramatic fallout and the first snow of a brand-new beginning.
Beneath the explosive imagery lies an encouraging message about rebirth. Casper suggests it is better to leave with a bang than to “slowly burn out,” better to dance in the rain of ashes than to keep sleep-walking through life. Im Ascheregen ultimately celebrates daring to hit the gas toward an unknown future, trusting that even if everything behind you turns to dust, you will drive on lighter, louder, and freer.
**Tired of alarm clocks, rent payments, and the same gray commute, Casper’s narrator wakes up one morning with sunlight on his face and a single resolution: get out. “Auf und Davon” is a high-energy escape plan set to music. He quits the job he hates, refuses to keep living from bill to bill, and dreams of anywhere that still rewards a genuine smile—whether that is Saint-Tropez, the mountains, or even an ordinary town like Bielefeld. The song captures the moment when frustration flips into courage, when you decide to stop merely functioning and start living.
Instead of preaching, Casper paints vivid snapshots: factory halls where life rushes by on conveyor belts, the Groundhog-Day feeling of repetitive routines, and the freedom that comes with burning bridges behind you. The hook—“heute bin ich aufgewacht … halte die Welt an und bin auf und davon” (“today I woke up … I freeze the world and I’m off and away”)—turns the track into an anthem for anyone itching to trade monotony for possibility. It is a call to inhale, stop asking for permission, and finally run toward the version of life you once imagined at sixteen.
Einer Dieser Steine paints a vivid picture of a man who feels as lifeless and forgotten as a dusty stone on the roadside. Sido describes years of hardship, loneliness, and emotional “weathering,” comparing himself to a cold, rough rock lying among countless others. Night after night he sinks into despair, convinced he is just one of many—unnoticed, unwanted, and weighed down by past mistakes.
Everything changes when a caring person appears, “compass” in hand, and chooses his stone. Instead of tossing it back into the sea, this person sees hidden beauty, polishes it, and offers it a warm place in the heart. The song’s core message is the transformative power of love and acceptance: a single act of belief can turn someone from a discarded pebble into a valued gem. It is an anthem of hope that reminds listeners their true worth can shine the moment someone takes the time to look a little closer.
"Lila Wolken" invites us onto a rooftop where reality slows down, routine disappears and the sky becomes a giant canvas of purple clouds. Marteria, Yasha and Miss Platnum paint a picture of summer-night freedom: friends cooling their heads on the windowpane, passing around Gin Tonic, watching red streak into blue while a brand-new star pops into view. The lyrics celebrate the thrill of staying awake until dawn, when the sunrise dyes the clouds violet again, proving that magical moments can outshine everyday stress, deadlines and big famous names.
Under those lilac skies the trio dream out loud: tearing off the strings that keep them grounded, turning paper cups into gold, and building an imaginary palace from plans and hopes. It is an anthem for anyone who has ever wanted to press the slow-motion button on life, trade a little money for fewer problems and feel united in the simple act of watching the sun come up. "Lila Wolken" says: let the world sleep, we will keep flying until the morning paints the horizon purple once more.
“Nur Für Dich” is a hilarious musical roller-coaster about the things we do for love – and what happens when all that effort still isn’t enough. In the first half, the singer rattles off a long list of ridiculous sacrifices he made only for his partner: jogging at dawn, choking down low-fat yogurt, pretending to hate Heidi Klum, even torching his Playboy magazines. Each line grows more over-the-top, painting a comic picture of someone who bends his entire life to fit another person’s wishes.
Then comes the twist: she dumps him anyway. Stung but suddenly liberated, he grabs the very love song he had written for her and rewrites it on the spot. The sweet lyrics turn into cheeky insults about her parking skills, fashion sense, and Sherry-sipping habits. By flipping the song from devotion to mockery, he reclaims his voice and reminds us that self-respect beats self-sacrifice. Under the Wise Guys’ playful a-cappella style, the track becomes a comedic anthem for anyone who’s ever bent too far in a relationship – and finally snapped back with a grin.