On a morning at half past four
We are here in a room
We look at each other
withal barely talking
the streets are crowded
many people pass by
spring 2007
We could be all the others
We are the others
Die anderen das sind wir
Die anderen das sind wir
We don’t see anything ahead
We run directly into it
We don’t say „I“ again
Cause „I“ is not true at all
We only say „we“
Our limits are clear