Baukräne [English translation]

Blacken days in the calendar

Until the eyes hurt

Burning down like sparklers.

Everything hurts

What's the point?

What's the point?

Shados, Rats, faster, gawp upon the neighbour's plates

Do you hear the laugh from the cellar?

Everything hurts

What's the point?

In the streets of your youth

We were heroes with no future; long ago

It's long ago

The façades turn yellow

And your dreams have withered

It's not fair. This is not fair.

There are building cranes above the city

That change everything, which has changed you.

On the building cranes everything seems so small

The person you wanted to be doesn't fit in there anymore.

Tell me, who do you want to be?

Rolling up the sleeves again

Printing the vita, managing the pension

Scrubbing the devil off the wall.

Everything hurts.

What's the point?

What's it supposed to achieve?

When you roll for the money

When you do in Rome as the Romans do

What's the point?

In the streets of our youth

We were heroes with no future; long ago

It's long ago

The façades turn yellow

And your dreams have withered

It's not fair. This is not fair.

There are building cranes above the city

That change everything, which has changed you.

On the building cranes everything seems so small

The person you wanted to be doesn't fit in there anymore.

Tell me, who do you want to be?

Don't trust the world, it's lying to you

Or are you lying to yourself?

In the end nothing's left of you

But the line you never get out of

There are building cranes above the city

That change everything, which has changed you.

On the building cranes everything seems so small

The person you wanted to be doesn't fit in there anymore.

Tell me, who do you want to be?