Am Ende [English translation]

[Part 1]

Maybe just hot air, probably burned out

Maybe it's contemporary too, and we're not at all to blame

That nobody can burn more from us for anything

Legends die young, most of them mute and poor

And only in a hundred years, there's time to consider

Whether life is a slice or not

If you know, good for you

We don't laugh, cancel it out

Someday our sky will be blue already

[Refrain]

Because at the end everything will be ok again

And as long as we're not doing well

We can't see the end

(x2)

Because at the end everything will be ok again

And as long as we're not doing well

We too have no problem

[Part 2]

And we jump, see ourselves fall flat on our faces

But we'd rather fly, than just iron silk shirts

Not even to some extent, our collar size

Rather fuck it up ourselves, than be already fucked up in the beginning

Celebrate boredom

Big words, no actions, small fish, big stomach

Keep on waiting and then in seventy years:

The well-deserved stamp on the master plan

[Refrain]

[Bridge]

Or what's the problem?

Have we a problem?

What's your problem?

What's your problem?