Bahnhofskino [English translation]

A night like any other, I lie awake

I pale moon, at the Chlodwig place a streetcar brakes

Hard to believe that this city can also be silent

But this is a movie inside of me and it starts all over again all the time

Without plot, lead, in this movie everyone is an extra

In the tunnel which is called refuge

But is yet a cheap final stop

Red carpet before the reception

And behind it - as flat as a flatfish - stands a tin soldier

Who knows his lines quite well, but one knows him already

Though one cannot be sure if that was on a profile or a election poster

A couple of steps onward there's a Russian Roulette

For guardian angels who are unemployed

The colt which is handed around is secure

Because there are six bullets in it

Does it never get light in the Parquet?

Tell me, is it already too late ... here in the railroad station cinema?

A tightrope stretches from a minaret

To a cathedral which dressed as a parking garage keeps the air still

On it balances a Troyan Horse "What's this" it still screams

Before it falls down in slow-motion

In the name of the people it is being cautioned

By a hangman in a dance rage

Simply falling down would be irresponsible, we are all in the same boat

Einstein who in the shadow of a bomb

Cries heavily since nobody approaches him here as well

To help him with the latest crossword puzzle to find the last word:

An African river with three letters - he doesn't find it.

From the mountain Sinai they just telegraph the eleventh commandment

While Dürer paints the Apocalyptical riders via color by numbers

Castaneda,Karl May,BVrecht,Wilhelm Busch,Chuck Berry and Fritz Lang

Gamble over the patent of the Perpetuum mobile

The eternal loser dares everything, bets on Zero and gets the money

It rains Petrodollar, silverlings, Lire, Yen, Peseta, Drachm and

German Mark, who are all together not flawless

Because stamped on all the coins is Janus

Who was even unmasked as the Pavlov dog

Every second heavenly creature goes crazy

And at long last even creates trouble

Out of desperation Aga Khan puts himself on the golden shot in a niche

Where nobody sees him, and he writes with lipstick: "Midas is only a charlatan"

He writes it onto the mirror in the presidential suite

Buster Kaeton laughs badly because nobody yet understands him

Because the light at the end of the tunnel is a fake

The morning is gray, you sleep in my arms

You breathe calmly, the tower clock strikes 5 times

A foghorn resounds from the river, yet quite far away

Like a fanfare for the next all-day Babylon

In which progress means destruction

Which accepts the loss

Does the child inside of you really only have one chance

Like a snowflake has a chance in the middle of August?