Dickes B – Bilingual Lyrics German/English

• By: Seeed
• Album: BAM BAM

Lyrics & Translation

Learning a language through music is a fantastic journey, and Seeed's "Dickes B" is a perfect starting point for German. This song offers a glimpse into Berlin's unique slang and culture, wrapped in an infectious reggae-dancehall beat. By listening to "Dickes B," you can pick up colloquial phrases and get a feel for the rhythm and flow of the German language in a modern, musical context. It's a special song because it's more than just music; it's a cultural statement and a declaration of love to a city, making the learning process both fun and meaningful.

[English]

Chorus:

Thick B, home by the Spree,

In summer you feel good and in winter it hurts.

- We love your scent when we roam the streets.

1st Verse:

The asphalt shook, it thumped in my ear

When I lost my young heart to a thick beat.

Since then, I like the city better than before,

When I cruise through Berlin City, reggae is my engine.

I sing on my bike, sometimes bass and sometimes tenor,

At home I turn up the sound, the neighbors have a sense of humor.

They dig fresh downbeats from my record store,

- Concrete jungle, supersonic - sound system culture.

When there's a party, we're on the dance floor,

The DJ makes the verse and the yardies the chorus.

You sink into the bass like a bog body in the swamp,

It brings you to your knees, because the rhythm is hardcore.

We shake what we have until 7 in the morning,

Elsewhere there's a curfew, but here it's garbage collection.

- Then we build a thick pipe, that happens sometimes,

And blow thick smoke through the Brandenburg Gate.

Chorus 2x

Thick B, home by the Spree,

In summer you feel good and in winter it hurts.

Mama Berlin - bricks and gasoline,

- We love your scent when we roam the streets.

2nd Verse:

The Berlin air compared to other cities

Offers the tastiest flavor, the best qualities,

To celebrate parades and exclusive parties,

- The crowds are now here, no one asked them to come!

In the past, Berlin was about tanks and rockets,

Today I live in the East among flower wallpapers,

I don't care too much about coins and bills,

I build a track here and there, but for that, a concrete one!

In terms of coolness, the city is bursting at the seams,

But where are the guys who seriously step up,

To knead their potential, their styles hot,

Too much power in the lungs for too few trumpets...

Chorus:

Thick B, home by the Spree,

In summer you feel good and in winter it hurts.

Mama Berlin - bricks and gasoline,

- We love your scent when we roam the streets.

3rd Verse (Kappa):

This is one name, nice reggae music, I say nice, nice,

In Berlin, it's just like paradise, it's nice.

Everybody says they love the vibes, vibes,

When the reggae plays, they say they feel alright.

When the reggae plays, trust me, you don't have to worry,

Everybody comes, the reggae vibes, they're all studying.

Let's check out the crew promoting it.

Because reggae is here to run the city.

Every Monday night, you now say that's Escobar,

Coming from near, they say you're coming from far.

Every Tuesday night, you now say that's Tanzbar.

Everybody wants to look like a star.

Every Wednesday night, you can check out Subground,

Where the reggae music shakes the whole place down.

Black Kappa voice coming through the microphone,

And let me say one love to all of the sound.

Big up Barney Millah, Concrete Jungle crew,

Big up Panza, Supersonic crew,

Big up Alex and the Such A Sound crew,

And let me say one love to the next sounds.

So we sing

Chorus:

Thick B, home by the Spree,

In summer you feel good and in winter it hurts.

Mama Berlin - bricks and gasoline,

- We love your scent when we roam the streets.

...

[German]

Chorus:

Dickes B, home an der Spree,

Im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh

- Wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser ziehn.

1.Verse:

Der Asphaltboden zitterte es wummerte im Ohr

Als ich an einen dicken Beat mein junges Herz verlor

Seit damals gefällt mir die Stadt besser als zuvor

Wenn ich durch Berlin-City cruise is Reggae mein Motor.

Ich singe auf dem Fahrrad, mal Bass und mal Tenor

Zuhause dreh ich Sound auf, die Nachbarn ham Humor.

Die stehn auf frische Downbeats aus meinem Recordstore

- Concrete Jungle, Supersonic - Soundsystemkultur.

Wenn Party is, dann sind wir on the dance floor,

Der Deejay macht den Vers und die yardies den Chor.

Du versinkst im Bass wie'ne Moorleiche im Moor,

Es zwingt dich in die Knie, denn der rhythm is Hardcore.

Wir shaken, was wir haben bis morgens 7 Uhr,

Woanders gibt's 'ne Sperrstunde, bei uns die Müllabfuhr

- Dann baun wir'n dickes Rohr, kommt dann schon mal vor,

Und blasen dicken Smoke durchs Brandenburger Tor.

Chorus 2x

Dickes B, home an der Spree,

Im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh.

Mama Berlin - Backsteine und Benzin

- Wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser ziehn.

2.Verse:

Die Berliner Luft im vergleich zu anderen Städten

Bietet leckersten Geschmack, allerbeste Qualitäten,

Um Paraden zu feiern und exclusive Feten

- Die Massen sind jetzt da, es hat sie niemand drum gebeten!

Früher ging's in Berlin um Panzer und Raketen,

Heute lebe ich im Osten zwischen Blümchentapeten,

Kümmer mich nicht allzusehr um Taler und Moneten,

Baue hier und da'n Track, aber dafür'n Konkreten!

Coolnessmäßig platzt die Stadt aus allen Nähten,

Aber wo sind jetzt die Typen, die auch ernsthaft antreten,

Um ihr Potential, ihre Styles heiß zu kneten,

Zuviel Kraft in der Lunge für zuwenige Trompeten...

Chorus:

Dickes B, home an der Spree,

Im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh.

Mama Berlin - Backsteine und Benzin

- Wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser ziehn.

3. Verse (Kappa):

This a one name it nice reggae musik me say nice, nice

Inna Berlin is just like a paradice, it nice

Everybody say dem love di vibes, vibes

When the reggae play dem say dem feel allright

When the reggae play trust me ju nah fe worry,

Everybody come the reggae vibes dem all a study

Make we take a check up pan the crew dem way promote it.

Cause a reggae well it come fe run the city.

Every monday night you now say dat a escobar

Coming from near me say you coming from far.

Every tuesday night you now say dat a tanzbar.

Everybody go dey want fe look like a star.

Every wednesday night you can go check out subground

Way the reggae musik mash the whole place down .

Black kappa voice coming through di microphone

And make me say one love to all of the sound

Big up Barney Millah, Concrete Jungle crew dem

Big up Panza, Supersonic crew dem

Big up Alex an the Such A Sound crew dem

And make me say one love to the next sound dem.

So we sing

Chorus:

Dickes B, home an der Spree,

Im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh.

Mama Berlin - Backsteine und Benzin

- Wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser ziehn.

Key Vocabulary

Vocabulary	Meanings
Dickes /ˈdɪkəs/ B1	adjective - thick, fat
Beat /biːt/ B1	noun - a rhythmic unit in music
Bass /beɪs/ B1	noun - the lowest adult male singing voice
Sound /saʊnd/ A2	noun - vibrations that travel through the air
Party /ˈpɑːrti/ A2	noun - a social gathering for celebration
Vibes /vaɪbz/ B1	noun - a person's emotional state or the atmosphere of a place
City /ˈsɪti/ A1	noun - a large town
Berlin /bɜːrˈlɪn/ A1	proper noun - the capital city of Germany
Motor /ˈmoʊtər/ B1	noun - a machine that produces motion
Humor /ˈhjuːmər/ B2	noun - the quality of being amusing or entertaining
Track /træk/ B1	noun - a song or piece of music
Smoke /smoʊk/ B1	noun - the visible vapor or gas produced by burning
Jungle /ˈdʒʌŋɡl/ B2	noun - a dense forest in a tropical area
Potential /pəˈtɛnʃəl/ C1	noun - the inherent ability or capacity for growth