Minden Lánc [English translation]

With this we'll be divided into two

We mither as the distance grows

The bus is speeding down on the deaf asphalt

Beyond the frigid walls

Now all chains are melting

Our shoulders touch contortedly

While dancing around a blue fire

All our dreams explode into steam

I'll leave you to your demise effortlessly

If you need to go

because as you know, there's no summer for us here

only a dry winter

We're listlessly1demolishing the corrupted puppetry

I'm stretching out until my bones are breaking

Inside, every new moment executes me by hanging

It's dark, let us step on the brakes, I don't know this place anymore

But you just hang on, this isn't the terminal

(this isn't the terminal, wait!, wait!)

1. Literally: without color.