Par to zēnu, kas sit skārda bungas [English translation]

No man is a lonely island

We're the light at the end of the tunnel,

Clowns that encroach on fame

Or, also, simple men doing their job,

Beacons shining on the seashore,

And excited soldiers on horseback

Let what might have already happened come true

Before the tower guard feels a new alarm

But you can, if you wish, become again

The boy who plays the tin drum

Migrating birds fly by in flocks

We're silent weapons when there's a war going on around us,

Harbours during floods and freshets,

And mothers breast feeding children

Let what might have already happened come true

Before the tower guard feels a new alarm

But you can, if you wish, become again

The boy who plays the tin drum