[Part 1]
Maybe only warm words, probably burned out
Maybe also contemporary and it's not our fault at all
That no one of us can burn for anything again
Legends die young, most of them silent and poor
And only in a hundred years, time to think
Whether life is flat
If you know it, good for you
We don't laugh, keep it
Some day our heaven will be blue already
[Refrain]
Because in the end everything will be fine again
And as long as we're not fine
We can't see the end
(x2)
Because in the end everything will be fine again
And as long as we're not fine
We don't have a problem either
[Part 2]
And we jump, watch ourselves faceplanting
But it's better to fly than iron silk shirts
Nowhere near our cup of tea
Better to fully fuck up than already shitty in the attempt
Celebrated boredom
Big words, no actions, small fish, big stomach
Keep on waiting and in seventy years time:
The well-deserved stamp on the master plan
[Refrain]
[Bridge]
Or what's the problem?
Do we have a problem?
What's your problem?
What's your problem?