Die alte Leier [English translation]

I can see the rainbow

Falling through the clouds

Leaves a blowing past in the wind

In an early cold world

A shade is passing almost without being noticed

The symphony

Wenn dust rises up from the ground

It's twisting its melody

I'm looking at him

Holding the lyra in his hand

Twisting around his melody

Without life and without destiny

Always the same old song

Only old people listening

Without life and without destiny

Twisting around his own melody

I can see foreigners watching

Looking away with disgust

The only alibi is time

Simply going on without resting

His empty look is talking about falling

As strong as it's never done before

Wenn dust rises up from the ground

It's twisting its melody

I'm looking at him

Holding the lyra in his hand

Twisting around his melody

Without life and without destiny

Always the same old song

Only old people listening

Without life and without destiny

Twisting around his own melody

Always the same old song

Only old people listening

Without life and without destiny

Twisting around his own melody

I can see the rainbow

Falling through the clouds