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