The heads buttoned up, the shirts starched
The collars popped, here at the Pernzlauer Berg
The rain washes the clouds into the sewer, completely unnoticed
The early bird runs for cover, swearing
The will parted1, the wings clipped
It stands on its own feet, in its own dirt, and calls that emancipation
I say, to here and no further
Not any further than here
To here and no further
Not any further than here
Business cards in my purse
A foot in the door and often a bit tipsy
I can tell you a lot, so long as I see the stars
But don't ask me how I am
The first charge explodes
Where your skin touches mine
I positioned soldiers along the border strip
With a sign that says:
To here and no further
Not any further than here
You get to here and no further
Not any further than here
I'm putting the charge in the sand and burning all the bridges
You get to here and no further
I have the key for the backdoor always up my sleeve
You get to here and not any further than here ...
1. as in, parting your hair