Tragflächen [English translation]

We pitch our tents

On islands made of contrete

Everything I really need

Is there at the horizon

I paint a runway for us

And build a plane made of paper

And if everything falls to pieces here

We will long be gone

Will long be gone

We are waiting for the wind

Because our arms are wings

Wings, waiting for the wind

Waiting for time, for something to remain

It's ultralight, light, light, light, light

Ultralight, light, light, light, light

We need to get out of this town

It has taken away our happiness

All the dreams we had

We nearly thought we'd lost them

But you reminded me

Of the weightlessness

Between bright neon signs

Faces without names

We are waiting together

We are waiting for the wind

Because our arms are wings

Wings, waiting for the wind

Waiting for time, for something to remain

It's ultralight, light, light, light, light

Ultralight, light, light, light, light

Then we are finally free

Then we are finally ultralight

Because our arms are wings

We are waiting for the wind

Because our arms are wings

Wings, waiting for the wind

Waiting for time, for something to remain

It's ultralight, light, light, light, light

Ultralight, light, light, light, light

Ultralight, light, light, light, light

Ultralight