Radio Resistance [English translation]

Blond hair curls on

My white belly

Put your feet up on mine

And tell me to start running

Squeeze my hand even firmer

Until it eventually breaks

I want to say that I love you

But I don't know

And we are sitting in the sun and listening to the Radio Resistance

Dancing the wild dance, on the railing of the balcony

And no dismal taught stands a chance

On Radio Resistance

The ivy has long ago weathered

And still fits right in with the scene

We should maybe soon sit down

But it's not all so wild

And thoughts orbit around us like butterflies

Like butterflies in flight

We consider the best of them future

And every other lie and deception

And we sit in the sun...