And again a dream melts away
Just like a song goes by
All the beautiful illusions
With every day a new farewell
And you look out the window
Just wait for the Tagesschau
A song sounds from somewhere
That all pessimists are liars
The fat years are over
We should tighten our belts
Happiness is still on the street
You just have to pay for it in cash
And we look out the window
We're already afraid of the Tagesschau
And a song from somewhere
/>That all pessimists are liars
But when in the evening the silence
Overcomes all the chatter
And covers me like a carpet
I can finally breathe again ¶ren
With every heartbeat
Feeling a little more of myself again
And the impulse in my head
There is nothing to lose
And I look out the window
See how the night
Sucks up the whole day
Then I want to believe
That it's true
That all pessimists are liars

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