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Translation
Drizzle
2x
I go outside, dive into the drizzle
And I do my rounds around/about* the meaning of life
None of my friends can talk about feelings
The lost years, no one can give them back to us
Greetings from the bottom, this is my safe place
The loneliness here is my constant companion
Captain on high seas, crew no longer on board
My time stands still, but life, it goes on
Take off, dream myself away, when I almost every second day numb myself
Karlsson vom Dach, fly over the city
Brother, tell me, what is a life without dreams?
I go restless for a walk through the neighborhood
Fast love passes by like it never happened
Anatomy of failure, continue at rock bottom
My sleep has again resigned from its duty
2x
I go outside, dive into the drizzle
And I do my rounds around the meaning of life
None of my friends can talk about feelings
The lost years, no one can give them back to us
Everyone here is alone with their story,
and has already wondered how it is to not be anymore
The clouds over Hamburg are the horizon,
and only a couple of our people have at some point made it up/got up**
Skin is pale, no idea how I’m doing
Awake for days, just like everyone of my friends
Mama said:
“Go your way, but please make it mean something”
I don’t believe in any dream because it only promises and doesn’t keep/deliver***
Who am I supposed to trust?
I don’t even trust myself
2x
And again I go outside, dive into the drizzle
And I do my rounds around the meaning of life
None of my friends can talk about feelings
The lost years, no one can give them back to us
Fran García✕
Swiss & die Andern: Top 3
| 1. | Linksradikaler Schlager |
| 2. | Schwarz Rot Braun |
| 3. | Advent Advent ein Nazi brennt |
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