An Tagen wie diesen [English translation]

Mornin', what's up

Everything alright, how late is it?

Nearly nine, ok.

I'll get started, fetch my breakfast

Turn on the walkman, close the front door

Walk through the street, up to the shop

Because they have the best sandwiches

At the counter I can have a look into the newspaper writing:

Something about a major offensive

Tons of bombs on a small city

Many people died

And it was extinguished in just one night

I pay and leave the baker

Yet hearing the news speaker saying:

The situation just got worse, today the weather is wonderful"

Suddenly there's a bang, a 1000 shards everywhere

The neighbor's cat died in an accident

Seeing it might just drag someone down

What's up with the beast just dying in front of my eyes?

What an awesome show

On TV and on the radio

The sun laughs gleefully

On days like this

Nobody who tells me why

If breakfast or dinner

The questions torment me so mercyless

On days like this

UNICEF estimates that a million people are threatened to starve

While I just cut my healthy fruits with the Mulinex

See a child in whose sad eyes sits a fly

I know that this is really cruel but, sh*t, I don't feel anything

What has happend to me, how is this possible?

Maybe I've seen it too often, it's on TV nearly daily

But why can't it scare me anymore

When people die because of polluted water?

This dumb feeling, this emptiness in my head

Something like this cannot happen to us and what it if did?

And the questions torment me, I can't stand this sh*t anymore

They have nothing to eat over there and I feel like having stones in my stomach

What did he just say? On such a normal Saturday

A brutal assault happens in a brutish way

In which six people died, the wounded cry names

Those horrible deeds won't let me fall asleep now

I still see the picture on TV

A young man stands there in the dust

Begging for child and wife

Now I ask myself how it feels like to loose one's child

Even before it celebrated its first birthday

But that is beyong my imagination

Maybe it was an assassin full of hate for his enemy

Maybe there was love for family or they were even fathers too

Sometimes when I see the news something strange happens to me

Because we are parents now too

Have gotten a child

Then it happens that I fear something happening to us

To loose the loved ones, that this really happens

In the middle of the night I wake up and am sweating

Go to the bed of my daughter and hear how she silently breathes