Schneefall in der Hölle [English translation]

Endless long the journeys, many a night in which you heard

how the ticking of the clock cut time into slices mercilessly.

you did feel the goals, so far, so magnetic,

yet how life kept slipping away from you.

Even in large crowds you could stay alone.

You were like a ghost, invisible to others.

And faces, passing by, seen and immediately forgotten,

you can't remember that it ever was different.

And no one knows how it happened after all

that someone noticed you and saw you.

You were as prepared for this

as for snowfall in hell.

A lot to say, but silence was enough for you:

straight away as if you had always known each other.

Maybe the paths are similar, but the directions completely different,

it possibly was the traveling itself that connected you.

Your stories, they stay outside in the night,

strictly guarded secrets stay unattended for once.

Your actions will never be undone,

but your tired souls can blend into each other

and see themselves infinitely as in a mirrored mirror.

The two of you were hunters and hunted at the same time,

on a long quest and condemned to homelessness.

Always on a track, gone again tomorrow,

on the routes of future, without any junctions in time.

Your stories, they stay outside in the night,

strictly guarded secrets stay unattended for once.

Your actions will never be undone,

but your tired souls can blend into each other

and see themselves infinitely as in a mirrored mirror.

And no one knows how it happened after all

that someone noticed you and saw you.

You were as prepared for this

as for snowfall in hell.

Your stories, they stay outside in the night,

strictly guarded secrets stay unattended for once.

Your actions will never be undone,

but your tired souls can blend into each other

and see themselves infinitely as in a mirrored mirror.