Weiße Fahnen [English translation]

It's a cold day,

In his hot heart,

And a loud fire,

Lights up the sky again.

And he runs for his life,

All of his young life.

For a war of his fathers,

That he didn't start.

And always when he sleeps,

He dreams of being far away,

He dreams of being in silence,

He dreams himself away.

A gentle wind blows,

And the skies are wide.

This war is over,

And the soldiers go home,

And white flags are waved,

And everyone's free, free, free.

This night, my friend,

I dreamt of peace.

And he woke up,

In a rain of fire,

The sky paralysed,

No stars to be seen.

Through his small hands,

Runs red sand;

He knows how life ends,

But not how it starts.

And always when he sleeps,

He dreams of being far away,

He dreams of being in silence,

He dreams himself away.

A gentle wind blows,

And the skies are wide.

This war is over,

And the soldiers go home,

And white flags are waved,

And everyone's free, free, free.

This night, my friend,

I dreamt of peace.

So many dreams lie here buried,

But he never stopped,

Daring to dream.

Now he's far away,

With healed wounds.

His small hands,

have found peace...