Straßenbahn des Todes [English translation]

Where the old folks always

Use to stand at the corner - railing

I am going to join them

And roll cigarettes for them

And at the very moment we all agree with each other

That everything is getting worse anyway

You will pass by

Where the neuroses sprawl

That's where I want to be a landscape gardener

And you, I finally want to see you again

In front of the Edeka* of horrors

Where the friendly one will always lose

I do keep watch every evening

On the paper container

And when you approach

I see you arrive from a distance

And can quickly go to the caddies

Where the neuroses sprawl

That's where I want to be a landscape gardener

And you, I finally want to see you again

Into the tramway of death

Which is dragging itself towards the - outskirts - howling

I will squeeze myself claustrophobically

Because every little gesture counts

And when you get on the tramway

I'll be friends already for a long time

With the folks that step on my feet

Where the neuroses sprawl

That's where I want to be a landscape gardener

And you, I finally want to see you again