Testament [English translation]

Even you were once a child

And even I used to be very small

And even we were once told something by someone

And so one does what one is told and tries to be like one's supposed to be,

But then one realizes that something is missing

And one forgets to really feel oneself

Or one escapes into art or consumption

And while you are diligently making plans

The Gods are laughing at you

Let your children tell you something about it

Really listen to them

They are still feeling themselves, still have a feeling for the world

They are smarter than you and I

And keep thinking before answering ,that:

You are also just hurt children

In the end there will be various new symptoms and you were the inventors

And then tell them how It works correctly

“Grow up!“ and “You are naiv!“

Pray formulas, make everything be written down into books

The Gods are laughing at you

Pay attention to calligraphy and to them sharpening their pencils

Show them pictures of oak leaves while they are sitting inside at their tables

And then working and swotting and throwing it up again

And in the afternoon It's RTL 2

In the week-end they're buying something nice, voilà the pabulum

And every person who does not adapt to this

Will be told to be a trouble child

And everyone who is too lively

Gets a pill, so that he does not bother anymore

And doing this you betray yourselves, because no child is trouble

And every free thinker and truant is just a carrier of symptoms in this system

But keep in mind, when judging that harshly

You are also just imprisoned spirits

The upset becomes louder and louder

And the teachers are shouting themselves hoarse

Feel indignant that Hänschen is not what he is supposed to be

Instead he is just who he is

The Gods are laughing at you

And you think that you know everything

When Hänschen has grown up and has got his proper children whom he tells something every Tom, Dick and Harry and maybe even you might realize that something is missing

You have got wishes and dreams

And are constantly running with them agains imaginary walls

And every wish you make yourself come true is coming to an end right then

Just go working for made-up numbers and wait for the burnouts to come

Throw your money away for plastics

Just to get a little peace of happiness

The best of grains and milk

Another carport and another loan

And everyone does deteste it

But everyone is doing it still

You smartass and buy nonetheless

And the commercials take you for a fool

And then you are sitting in front of your flat screens and bitch about consumption

If you call this world, I prefer being worldly innocent

The Gods are laughing at you

You salesmen of dreams, designers of symptoms

Do you still get what is happening?

What did the land and the water give to you that you now privatize?

You hypocrites, liars and pied pipers

You salesmen of security paper

You were given a spirit and feeling

Nevertheless you are just followers

You big, scarred, helpless giants

Even you have once been small

And somebody punished you by silence and left you in it

And now you don't hear the Gods laugh and the children cry

And keep on saying to them it does not hurt without really meaning it

Just keep on making plans, I stand aside

I see you and I am not alone

Behind me are standing more and more worldly innocent people

Who do not fit in, either

And don't keep waiting on a conciliatory ending

I won't do you this favour

No wink, no mild punchline

That breaks this discomfort

Someday the Gods will have stopped laughing and If I am not there anymore

I will leave behind a child , that owns itself, and this unhandy song