Spur des Lebens [English translation]

I find it hard to write these lines to you

Although I believe that you’ll never read them

I find it hard not to cry for you

Tears that you will probably never shed

I find it hard to give you life

Although time is urging me to

I find it hard to decide for you

For you my child, my trace that remains

My trace of life

My little light in the wind

Are you ready for this time?

My not-begotten child, my trace of life

In this dark time my little spark of hope

My piece of immortality

I wonder what would become of you?

Surrounded by stupidity, envy and greed

Only a cog in the nation’s gears, my little cog

What would become of you there?

My trace of life, my little light in the wind

Are you ready for this time?

My not-begotten child, my trace of life

In this dark time, my little spark of hope

My piece of immortality

I often think of all those hours of lifetime

In which you trickle away from me

About this path so closely related to you

And I ask myself if this is the beginning for us

My trace of life