Weiße Knöchel [English translation]

He has been running for 30 yeras in rain, wind and snow

The election campaign of the SPD in pedestrian zones

The wind entangles with the campain program

And the richest man in town looks at him sympatheticly

The lunatic of town talks insistently to him and he will be the only one today

Later he folds up the red umbrella and stows aways the flyers into his trunk

And then he leaves

Born on coal and lived with dues

He slowly drives through the jam on the Ruhrschnellweg

This is his cradle and this will be his grave

He then leaves the autobahn at a D&W car center

White are the knuckles on his hands

Red are the bricks on the house's walls

In the town house complex at the edge of town

He has seen things nobody has ever seen before

Green is the leave on the dark river

And the leave will swim because a leave has to swim

One who doesn't believe in chance, does not deserve luck, is what a comrade next to him at the counter says

A gaming machine sings its only song, the one about the lie that luck exists

He drinks up and pays and pops up his collar

Clouds are covering the moon in a storm

It smells of fall in the middle of august

He thinks: "I am a country and life is a current."

White are the knuckles on his hands

Red are the bricks on the house's walls

In the town house complex at the edge of town

He has seen things nobody has ever seen before

Green is the leave on the dark river

And the leave will swim because a leave has to swim

In the kitchen the light is still on and a flower wilds on the windowsil and he thinks: "The field is tilled.

The harvest will be hard, because the field is old."

The summer has come to an end and the fall will be cold

He massages his white knuckles with the other hand, looks at the old vacation snaps on the wall

On the kitchen table there's a note

And the flat is empty. "I've tried everything but it does not work out anymore."