Each one of us is still deluding himself
Thinks, keeps on thinking about
How one could today get on in one's life
From whom to take the dough
Today bad habits are out of question
And if you would like to light (a cigarette)
Have a criss-cross look beneath your feet
Pick up (the fag), don't be ashamed
'cause there's nothing for, no
There's so much deceit around you
One doesn't know on who's side one should be
Whether our folks are right, no one knows
They think of many things in advance
But perhaps not of us
They don't know what love is, after all
But you surely do
But you, you surely know
What love is
You all should think about it
What everyone of us is dreaming of
Surely of the same what I am dreaming of
Very soon, perhaps even tomorrow
The day will come
About which all people will sing
Our children as well
The day will come
I know, you know
About which one will sing
Our children as well