Langstreckenlauf [English translation]

It is a hard battle, when you want to become the victor

You torment yourself every morning, everything still lies sleeping and silent,

Your heart pounds on your ribs, wheezing you go around in circles,

and cramps pound, sweat tastes bitter

Your lungs hurt, whistle wildly,

A fire burns in us and burrows,

That doesn't matter, doesn't matter,

You want to be on top

It is a hard battle, when you want to become the victor

You hunt every strange shadow, impelled by roaring,

and push yourself further, alone among thousands,

your tongue heavy, as if it were a stone

Your feet burn hot like lead

A scream hides in every limb

Doesn't matter, doesn't matter,

You want to be on top

Hunt and push and fly,

Tear the victory from your body

It is a hard battle, when you want to become the victor

You hunt every strange shadow, impelled by roaring,

and stumble on further, alone among thousands,

your tongue heavy, as if it were a stone

Your feet burn hot like lead

A scream hides in every limb

Doesn't matter, doesn't matter,

You want to be on top

Hunt and push and fly,

Tear the victory from your body