Till Lindemann – Sport Frei (English Translation) Lyrics

Sport Frei (English Translation) Lyrics by Till Lindemann is brand new song sung by Till Lindemann and music of this latest song is given by Sky Van Hoff, Till Lindemann. Sport Frei (English Translation) song lyrics are also penned down by Till Lindemann, Sky Van Hoff from the album Zunge (2023).


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Song: Sport Frei (English Translation)
Singer: Till Lindemann
Music: Sky Van Hoff, Till Lindemann
Lyrics: Till Lindemann, Sky Van Hoff
Album: Zunge (2023)

Sport Frei (English Translation) Lyrics

For all the well-trained souls
Who like to torture themselves
I want to express myself
And sing a sports-dedicated song

Sportsmen really need to be honored
They have to go without a lot
Always get up early in the morning
Go to sleep sleeping in the evening
Measure the muscles every day
Eat everything or nothing at all

Sport (La, la, la, la)
Sport free (La, la, la, la)
Sport (La, la, la, la)
Sport free (La, la, la, la)

Tears on the cinder track
A tooth knocked out in the ring
Counting tiles in the swimming pool
Need to win for shit
Walk around the earth sеveral times
Drink protein by thе liter

And the years are running away from you
Every day a new marathon
Lose and win
Fall and fly
Shadow and light
And you can see the tears

Sport, not! (La, la, la, la)
Sport free (La, la, la, la)
Sport (La, la, la, la)
Sport free (La, la, la, la)

Sport is a religion
Sportsmen have fitness (Yeah)
Their lungs are expanded
The hearts have broadened
They run faster than the fat ones
Can just f*ck better

And the years are running away from you
Every day a new marathon
Lose and win
Fall and fly
Shadow and light
And you cannot see the tears

From Olympus to hard ground
Foreign hormones in the testicles
Heart too big, as already mentioned
The joints overstretched
The body soon reports protest
Doesn’t let itself be tortured any longer
Broken dreams and sacrifice
Education little or none
So much sweat and so many tears
Thin blood in thick veins
Like the work not the reward
Nothing at all, you get nothing from it
The gold from the winner’s podium
Cannot be poured into bars
Unfortunately, the heart has not recovered
Been an instrument of the good ones

And the years are running away from you
Every day a new marathon
Lose and win
Fall and fly
Shadow and light
And you cannot see the tears

Sport (La, la, la, la)
Sport free (La, la, la, la)
Sport (La, la, la, la)
Sport free (La, la, la, la)

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