Yet again what belongs together
exploded yesterday.
By faith in the paradise
which made him become a lunatic.
Now everyone starts praying
and clings to something
that turns out to be inexplicable, after all
The hurricane season arrives early
This year more rapidly than ever.
The waves overwhelm the dyke
which more probably than not will no longer suffice next year.
Let's quickly gather our things together
But where to put all this junk?
Maybe we should ask dear god?
And when the world only shams itself
(when) a maniac gives speeches,
Do you log off and turn away
in your chamber with a view?
And when the news tell
who's having another go at harrying the planet
You redirect and turn away
in your chamber with a view.
The people take the drama in
and live out their fears.
The riposte is nicely planned,
The opposition has been prewarned.
And somewhere the rockets are flying,
and the camera is trained on it,
The odds are it will never truly change.
How am I to narrate this nonsense?
What am I supposed to tell my child?
That everywhere on this planet,
there are only insanes?
(That) indeed we knew it all,
but we didn't take any actions.
Or do I lie to their face?
And when the world only shams itself
(when) a maniac gives speeches,
Do you log off and turn away
in your chamber with a view?
And when the news tell
who's having another go at harrying the planet,
You redirect and turn way
in your chamber with a view.
in your chamber with a view.
in your chamber with a view.
And when the world only shams itself
(when) a maniac gives speeches,
Do you log off and turn away
in your chamber with a view?
And when the news tell
who's having another go at harrying the planet,
You redirect and turn way
in your chamber with a view.