The last sailor hoists the sails
The sun burns through the wind
Only a bird knows the longing
That sets him on course for the wide open spaces
And again
The last bird stretches its wings
The wind protects us from the sun
Only a sailor knows the future
Which the bird itself determines
And again
Yes when the storm lives through itself
And someone twists our future wrong
Hoist the sails and say no
Otherwise you will be the last sailor
And again the whole thing falls asleep country
(Hoist the sails, spread the wings)
The last voter is comfortable
Everyone supports one system
Only the individual citizen's courage
Makes him believe he's fine
And again the whole country is sleeping
And again the whole country is sleeping
But if the wind turns three times
And someone is living our life in the wrong way
Trust your wings and say no
Otherwise you will hear the last bird shrine
(Hit them sail, spread the wings)

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN