Der Gärtner [English translation]

The window is ajar, the curtain barely moves

The last breath of my trust fills the room

Silently it lies on the ground next to foreign women's lingerie

And your alibis don't make sense

Slayed from behind

My trust lies in the pale light

And one thing is sure: The gardener - it wasn't him

We love murder, we punish the murderer

Until everything breaks apart

We love murder, we punish the murderer

Until everything breaks apart

Hope dies last, but it dies

And the gardener - it wasn't him

It smells of honey and coffee, the world joyfully awakes

The sun dances through the room, the idyll is only pretence

The clock resounds suspiciously

Brings up the names of the dead

The patience I had lies dead on the bed

Poised over years, at short sight and long run

One thing is sure: the gardener - it wasn't him

We love murder, we punish the murderer

Until everything breaks apart

We love murder, we punish the murderer

Until everything breaks apart

Hope dies last, but it dies

And the gardener - it wasn't him

The room is dying, the clock resounds again

The moonlight is shattered

Wildly distrubuted on the floor

Revenge tastes best when it's fresh

And that's the clou

Because the one dead on the sofa is you

Shot with the rifle into the middle of your face

And the gardener - it wasn't him