Grey clouds in the sky, the birds move to the south
Thwart plans of tram tracks
It smells like freedom and love, like nicotine and beer
8.15 p.m., no souls are no longer here
I smash holes in the air around the fate of kissing,
empty balconies and satellite dishes
Every day is a drop in the ocean
I don't want to get out of here, I just wanna be with you
Like a parasole in the Plattenbau
Lost in the deepest grey
The hope dies last
Like a parasole in the Plattenbau
Lost in the most beautiful grey
Long live the sadness
In just seven seconds, it's shot up into the sky,
this cool spaceship, cast in concrete
The space lies in front of our feets, in the remotest corners
But the stars on the ground is just chewing gum stains
And I wait for the day that brings the sun
I wait for the day that brings the sun
I wait for the day that brings the sun
Like a parasole in the Plattenbau
Lost in the deepest grey
The hope dies last
Like a parasole in the Plattenbau
Lost in the most beautiful grey
Long live the sadness
Like a parasole in the Plattenbau
Lost in the deepest grey
The hope dies last
Like a parasole in the Plattenbau
Lost in the most beautiful grey
Like a parasole in the Plattenbau
Lost in the deepest grey
The hope dies last
Like a parasole in the Plattenbau
Lost in the most beautiful grey
Long live the sadness