Am Ende [English translation]

Maybe just hot air,

probably burned out,

maybe it's a product of the times and we're not at all to blame,

that none of us can have passion for anything

Legends die young,

most of them silent and poor

and in a hundred years,

time to consider

if life is a disk,

when you understand, good for you.

We don't laugh, saving it up.

Someday, our sky will shine blue.

Because in the end, everything will be good again,

and as long as we're not doing well,

we can't see the end.

Because in the end everything will be good again

and as long as we're not doing well,

we have no problem

And we jump,

see ourselves fall flat on our faces,

but prefer to fly, rather than just iron silk shirts

not even a little bit fit to me,

rather have things get shitty than begin that way.

Celebrated boredom,

big words, no actions,

small fish, big stomach.

Keep on waiting and in 70 years,

you'll earn the well-deserved stamp on the master plan.

Or what is the problem?

Do we have a problem?

What is your problem?

What is your problem?