Markt und Fluss [English translation]

(1st verse)

(Looking into the fog in the morning,

Wonder where in the world is my life.)

Drinking tea and chewing black bread,

Counting the days.

Urban canyons drag me in

I hear rattling here and there.

I imagine being alive,

In the gutter a wretch is dying.

(Chorus)

I have my market,

And my river.

Across which...

I go every morning.

(2nd verse)

In station halls, big and cold,

I dream of the summer soon.

I step out on the street,

Where do the trains go?

(Chorus)

I have my market,

And my river.

Across which...

I go every morning.

(2x)