Sinnfonie [English translation]

We run ever faster

Time doesn't run backwards

Whoever stops will be stepped on

The advance will break his neck

What existed yesterday is on trial today

Hanged on a tree

We rejoice in the failure

the remnant of a dream.

Too many things already tried out

We know how it goes

How we depend on no one

Simply because it's not in the Bible

The truth becomes a game of dice

The leader becomes a clown

Whoever doesn't dwell in our ranks

will be cut off in good time.

A beggar sits under the tree, it's he who counts the days

Full steam ahead in the ship of fools, yet no knows where it's going

A beggar sits under the tree, it's he who counts the days

Full steam ahead in the ship of fools, yet no knows where it's going

We brawl like animals

over the truth of the universe.

We often recognize the signs

of the divine in every case.

With rippling flags, forward march

and songs of praise

A hallelujah, one, two, three

It falls back into doom

We know ourselves what's best

We always make it to the finish line

Here everyone is next up

in this game.

Let no one else past you

Let no one in before you

Whoever's not with us, whoever's against us

he will likely be the last.

A beggar sits under the tree, it's he who counts the days

Full steam ahead in the ship of fools, yet no knows where it's going

A beggar sits under the tree, it's he who counts the days

Full steam ahead in the ship of fools, yet no knows where it's going