Im Sommer Nach Dem Krieg [English translation]

A ship will come

We've driven through the night

And now we're standing hand in hand on the highway

Tanks and trucks are rolling down passed us

Yesterday evening we reached Lower Saxony

The air smells of gasoline

And somebody gives us tea

In a cup across which "Los Angeles '84" is written

And the wind wafts from the marsh

And all the people imagine

How it will be

In the summer after the war

As a breeze from the ocean floats above the houses

We jump atop a lorry

The driver looks anxious

Kilometer 48 - in the distance, smoke is coming from a house*

We explain quickly

What we heard and what we saw

We were here once sometime a couple of years ago on vacation

And the wind wafts from the marsh

And all the people imagined

How it will be

In the summer after the war

As a breeze from the ocean floats above the houses

At the final road block stands an old man

"Want to know how the war is going?" he asked us, and then

He started to run

Towards the barrier that closes him in

A soldier looks to his side, another one shoots.

And the wind wafts from the marsh

And all the people imagined

How it will be

In the summer after the war

As a breeze from the ocean floats above the houses