23 daws are flying through the night.
You seem to be quite confused, what have they done to you?
You look in the dark sky and you see the flocks passing;
Which not just rule you, but even teleguide you.
A slight step forward is already very, very difficult for you,
Now you only see a blurred sea of pictures.
Because of the 23 daws you see the world fairly askew,
Abscond quickly because the threat comes from above.
All the birds are already here*
They fly high - very high.*
All the birds are already here
They are only 23 daws,
But you wind the danger.
23 daws, evil and righteous
Because of them the law of ...
is enforced.
The shadows of the surroundings are after her now;
You can't make them out, will there ever be another day?
Mist, wolves, worms, eveything is the comb
Now you bury your dreams with them
Then it will maybe go on, but maybe not either
At least you once see your own face
All the birds are already here
They fly high - very high.
All the birds are already here
They are only some birds
But you think of the cipher
23 daws are flying really high
They peer at the ground
And wait for your death
On the pylon they pretend to be amicable
The poison in their gazes takes any strength of you
Oh you feel unwell, but what may be the reason?
Your head gets heavy and oh, the pain is big
They don't harm you, but the fear is very present
Then you run home quickly, cos you don't know something else
All the birds are already here
They fly high - very high.
All the birds are already here
They are only 23 daws,
But you wind the danger.