Tauben aus Porzellan [English translation]

Taking a deep drag and the city seems to freeze,

I swear with every word that I want to stay.

With a finger on the trigger and the head tilted back,

we closely watch the sky above us.

And we shoot with pellet and shotgun,

for an instant red ink dapples the firmament,

Like fireworks, but fireworks which does not burn for long.

Nothing has changed in all those years,

we shoot on doves of porcelain.

An easy mark, as it does not need much,

till we forget us and how good we have been.

The window glass of the tram that cooles the hot temples,

better rage and cry than feel nothing.

While the overhead line throws sparks above us,

down here we are driving in circles around the tender spot.

And we shoot with pellet and shotgun,

for an instant red ink dapples the firmament,

Like fireworks, but fireworks which does not burn for long.

Nothing has changed in all those years,

we shoot on doves of porcelain.

An easy mark, as it does not need much,

till we forget us and how good we have been.

This war consumes its warriors,

till the analyses reveal:

The alleged enemy planes,

have just been doves of porcelain.

And we shoot with pellet and shotgun,

for an instant red ink dapples the firmament,

Like fireworks, but fireworks which does not burn for long.

Nothing has changed in all those years,

we shoot on doves of porcelain.

An easy mark, as it does not need much,

till we forget us and how good we have been.

Nothing has changed in all those years,

we shoot on doves of porcelain.

An easy mark, as it does not need much,

till we forget us and how good we have been.

This war consumes its warriors,

till the analyses reveal:

The alleged enemy planes,

have just been doves of porcelain.