I've rooted to the ground, to the landscape of my childhood
I've rooted to the boy, the one and only
I've rooted to the house, the one with leaking window posts
I only want the moon from the sky once a year nowadays
Well, loot at this place
Under the clouds, on Earth
but the fastest trains don't stop here anymore
under the clouds, on Earth
but the fastest trains, the fastest trains
the fastest trains don't stop here anymore
I've rooted to the departure, to the longing for the city
I've left many times yet still returned always to the past
I've rooted to the winter, to it's strangling grip
when I stay by your side I know that I can survive till spring
Well, loot at this place
Under the clouds, on Earth...
I've rooted to the ground, to the landscape of my childhood
Under the clouds, on Earth...