Die Befindlichkeit des Landes [English translation]

Over the scarred terrain

Which slowly disappears,

Only phantom pain remains

Barely audible, a nasty laugh

Drifts over from the red info box

And in the graves, people are turning over

Everything is just future ruins,

Material for the next layer

Melan-melan-melan-melancholy

Melancholy, my dear

Melan-melan-melan-melancholy

Is floating over the new city

And over the country

Over the control centers

Over the concrete stubble field

Over the secret bunker infrastructures,

Which are impossible to remove

Marlene, go home!

Over the Marlene-Dietrich-Platz, too

The new temples are already cracked,

Future ruins

Someday, grass will grow over this city too,

Over its last layer

Melan-melan-melan-melancholy

Melancholy, my dear

Melan-melan-melan-melancholy

Is floating over the new city

And over the country

In the sky cut up into pieces

By the jets flying away to do their work,

It hangs with its wings spread out

Sleepless, its empty gaze

Turned towards the rubble

Behind it, the future is piling up

Slowly, she rises ever higher,

Finally overseeing the whole country

What's the mental state of the country?

What's the mental state of the country?

What's the mental state of the country?

What's the mental state of the country?