Linien im Sand [English translation]

I see the bunkers on the beach, graffiti on the wall, the peace sign faded

Mute witnesses of time, it’s that time again, it’s hated again

I think nothing of borders, of nation and Fatherland

They are just thin lines, painted in fine sand

Lines in the sand, lines in the sand

What is a Fatherland?

Lines in the sand, lines in the sand

What about the billions dead

On account of all the patriots?

Where is the mind

With all the lines in the sand, lines in the sand

What does that mean, people and nation, what is a Fatherland?

Does it come back, the songs of the homeland, the raised hand?

Barbed wire and walls between no-mans-land

Why do we separate ourselves by lines painted in fine sand?

Lines in the sand, lines in the sand

What is a Fatherland?

Lines in the sand, lines in the sand

What about the billions dead

On account of all the patriots?

Where is the mind

With all the lines in the sand, lines in the sand

And in the wind of time

When nothing more remains

The sand is blown away

I’m curious

What will this country

In a thousand years stand for?

For what war, for what death, for what suffering, for what need?

For what war, for what death, for what suffering, for what need?

For a Fatherland

Where is the mind

With all the lines in the sand?

Lines in the sand, lines in the sand

What is a Fatherland?

Lines in the sand, lines in the sand

What about the billions dead

On account of all the patriots?

Where is the mind

With all the lines in the sand, lines in the sand