The look is empty and desolate
Like the room without light
He tidies up the apartment
Instead of his life
Conversations about nothing
But always lä ¤cheln
You write history yourself
And don't run away!
Hope dies last
Rarely have you laughed so much
Hopeless in the end
Through the night
Ending in Berlin is shit!
And dying anyway!
I walked your streets in silence for too long,
I listened to your death in silence for too long!
If that's all, bury yourselves in your cities
And never ask the way back

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