Augen in der Großstadt [English translation]

When you go to work

in the early morning,

when you are standing at the station

with your worries:

then the city shows

you smooth asphalt

in the human funnel

Millions of faces:

Two strange eyes, a quick glance

the eyebrow, pupils, the eyelids

What was that? Perhaps your happiness

Past, gone, never again.

You wander your whole life

along a thousand streets;

you see along the way

You forgot yourself

An eye beckons,

the soul rings

you found it,

just for a few seconds...

Two strange eyes, a quick glance

the eyebrow, pupils, the eyelids

What was that? Perhaps your happiness

Past, gone, never again.

You have to be on your way

wandering through cities;

you see a pulse

the strange others.

It can be an enemy

it can be a friend

it can be

your comrade in battle

It looks you over

accusingly and passes by...

Two strange eyes, a quick glance

the eyebrow, pupils, the eyelids

What was that?

Perhaps your happiness

Past, gone, never again.