Bahnhofskino [English translation]

Railway station cinema

A night like some, I lie awake

I pale moon, from Chlodwig place sounds a tram brake

Hard to believe that a city like this, would all so quit

But there is a film inside of me and it starts over again all the time

Without a plot, lead, in this film everyone is an extra,

In the tunnel called refuge,but being a cheap final stop.....

Red carpet reception

after that - as flat as a flounder - a tin soldier

He knows his lines quite well, but you know them already

Though one can not be sure, if they are of a wanted note or an election poster

A couple of paces along, Russian Roulette is played by

unemployed guardian angels.

The Colt is handed around is safe,

it's got six bullets in it

Will the ranks never be lit again ?

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

A tightrope stretches from a minaret

To a cathedral, disguised as a parking garage, holding its breath.

On There balances am empty trojan Horse – “What's this” it hollers, whilst already falling down in slow-motion

“In the name of the people YOU are being cautioned”

a raving hangman goes:”

Simply falling down is irresponsible !

We are all in the same boat. “

Einstein overshadowed by a bomb

cries his eyes out, because nobody comes close to join him and is there and to help him with final word of the crossword puzzle.:

“African river with three letters”

- he can not find it.

From mount Sinai via telegraph the eleventh commandment arrives,

whilst Dürer colours in the apocalyptic by numbers.

Will the ranks never be lit again ?

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

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

Gamble over the patent of the Perpetuum mobile

The eternal loser dares everything, bets on Zero, busts the bank It rains Petrodollars, silverlings, Lire, Yen, Peseta, Drachma and

German Mark, who are all together not kosher

The lot has Janus minted on

who was even unmasked as the Pavlov dog

Every second devine creature goes crazy

And at long last even creates trouble

Out of desperation Aga Khan shoots up the golden one in a niche

where one can not see him, and he writes with lipstick: "Midas is just a charlatan"

onto the mirror in the presidential suite

Buster Kaeton cracks up, because there is still no bugger understanding him

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

The morning is gloomy, you slumber 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 announcing the next all-day Babylon

In which progress equals destruction

accepting loss

Does the child inside of you really only have a chance?

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