Our Songs for Rights workshop took place in Berlin from 18 to 22 July 2022. Over the course of 5 days, we intensively explored children's rights, consolidated our knowledge, stood up for our own rights and wrote our own rap song about bullying and discrimination. Check out our song "Gegen Mobber" and let's set an example against bullying together…Let's rap and sing about our rights!
Special thanks go to the team and the supporters:
Niksn (music production), Jonas Deitert (children's rights trainer), Linn Radtke (project management), Jochen Schell (management & video production), VIP Kontaktladen (workshop organiser), Broken Bell (recording studio), Vizard (beat), Kultur macht Stark (funding), Deutscher Volkshochschul- Verband (funding), Verein für aktive Vielfalt (alliance partner), PluralArts International (alliance partner).
SONG TEXT (GERMAN):
I am a girl in the big city,
in which not everyone has the same opportunities,
The tram goes up and down,
not all good here, made something of it
But I still get bullied sometimes,
and then I feel like rubbish
Then I say stop and pass it on,
to Bunana or a companion
Sometimes I feel lonely and lost
When children make fun of me
Yes, I was not born in Germany,
but grew up in Berlin,
Go to the 5th grade
And there is someone I never let down
My girlfriend's name is Schumana,
And I Bunana
There's no drama between us
All together (chorus)
We dream, we dream, we dream of a world,
We dream, we dream that we like it (x3)
I am a boy in the big city,
in which not everyone has the same opportunities,
The tram goes up and down,
I have to get out at the next stop, I paid attention
In the past, I would have hit back,
But now I want to get along
If I had hit back, I would have been no better than the bully,
But now I'm loosening up
Just because I was bullied doesn't mean I have to bully myself now
Yes, I want to do better, I promised
I will not be marginalised,
I want to come up with solutions
If I have anger in my stomach, I go boxing,
Children who bully others make me sick,
I box my way through life,
Without giving anyone a hook
(chorus)
Violence does not solve problems,
but inside me I feel emptiness,
that's why I go dancing and recharge my batteries
They taught me self-confidence there
I live next to the Linden Centre,
young men go gangster,
Look, I'll describe the situation,
They are annoying on the street,
Say: Get lost, go away you dog,
I say: Stop, take that swear word out of your mouth
They want to test me, but every insult makes children sad,
We try to forget the words,
but they worsen the outlook
I have learnt over time,
that I am not to blame,
When bullies bully, I have done nothing wrong
I'm a good kid, I can be proud of who I am.
(chorus)
ENGLISH:
I'm a girl in the big city,
where not everyone has the same opportunities,
The tram goes up and down,
Not all good here, I've made something of it.
Yet sometimes I get bullied,
And then I feel like crap
Then I say stop tell that
to Bunana or a companion
Sometimes I feel lonely and lost
When children make fun of me
Yes, I was not born in Germany,
but I grew up in Berlin,
Go to the 5th grade
And there is someone I never let down
My girlfriend's name is Schumana
And I'm Bunana
There's no drama between us
We dream, we dream, we dream of a world
We dream, we dream that we like it (x3)
I'm a boy in the big city,
where not everyone has equal opportunities,
The tram goes up and down,
At the next stop I have to get off, I've been paying attention
In the old days I would have hit back,
But now I'm trying to get along
If I had hit back, I'd be no better than the bully
But now I'm loosening up
Just because I was bullied, doesn't mean I have to bully now myself
Yes, I want to do better, I promised I would.
I won't let myself be ostracised
I want to think of solutions
If I have anger in my stomach, I go to boxing,
I hate kids who bully others
I box my way through life
Without giving anyone a hook
(chorus)
Violence doesn't solve problems,
But inside I feel emptiness,
That's why I go to dance and recharge my batteries.
There I was taught self-confidence
I live next to the Linden Centre,
Young men pretend to be gangsters there,
Look, I'm describing the situation,
They're a pain in the arse on the street,
They say: Get lost, go away, you dog,
I say: Stop, take the swear word out of your mouth.
They want to test me,
but every insult makes children sad,
We try to forget the words,
but they worsen the view
With time I've learnt
That I'm not to blame,
When bullies bully, I've done nothing wrong
I am a good child I can be proud of who I am.
(chorus)
