This ball rotates in its orbit
Even though sometimes every world crashes
It's useless to think, that we are waited for1
Arise from the pit of creation, because everyone goes
to this battle in turn!
We balance on the tightrope
and another time our eyes are directed downwards
Can any of us trust the other?
Stay lying on the floor for pity points2
[Refrain]
Look into my eyes, say: We'll cope with this
Although the two of us were sent onto the dark way
Towards a place, where even the strongest don't feel their strengths
When we were doomed, to the ultimate hell
In the darkness and blindfolded
We're searching the finish-line on this way
I know, that this is the final journey
and for sure not as beautiful as the song of a swan
[Refrain] 3x
1. or 'expected'2. a point granted out of pity