At night, when it is warm, standing besides the trains
Which drive further than my dream may ever go
To see at the sings that the world is still there
I could go there anytime, it's all still there
What my inner eye has so long already preserved
As peak or aim of many a drive
And the people on the railway station search for a word
Between Now you are here, but soon you'll be gone
And the wish that this journey may be good for you
But I stay here and I stay alone
But they don't find the word, search in vain for the word
For the meaning of this moment, this goodbye, this place
This life, and they wave ...
Because now the train go and noise it makes
Tears a hole into the world, into the silence of the night
But tomorrow in Rome or Sunday in Athens the sky is high
And one cannot understand
That in Cologne or Berlin or some other place
Someone stood and suffered innerly, just because a word
Some word between Everyone and Not much remains actually
And the train stood so cold with the hood towards the aim
Out into the world I need just one step
And if not the train, then I take you with me
This world is still there, no need to hurry
We are still alive, we are not yet dead
At night, when it is warm, standing besides the trains
Which drive further than my dream may ever go
It feels good to me, I silently come home again
And you already sleep, you know I always come back
I always come back, I always come back