Blinde Passagiere [English translation]

We can't see the bridges anymore

Too many cement walls

We can't feel what connects us anymore

Just this coldness that separates us

We're small parts of the whole

But the whole, we can't share it anymore

Such countless numbers of people

But alone far too often

We're like stowaways

Just drifting around

On a little blue ball

Through the great, black sea

We're like stowaways

We don't know where we're going

And whenever someone disembarks, each wants to say:

We loved, we lived

It has never been in our hands

We are born somewhere

Sometimes with holes in our pockets

Sometimes in silver without worries

At times we have less than nothing

But make everything and more, everything and more out of it

At times we we get a window seat

But don't look through it at all

We're like stowaways

Just drifting around

On a little blue ball

Through the great, black sea

We're like stowaways

We don't know where we're going

And whenever someone disembarks, each wants to say: We loved, we lived

We're like stowaways

Just drifting around

And whenever someone disembarks, each wants to say: We loved, we lived

We're like stowaways

Just drifting around

On a little blue ball

Through the great, black sea

We're like stowaways

We don't know where we're going

And whenever someone disembarks, each wants to say:

We loved, we lived

• Artist:Johannes Oerding
• Album:Konturen (2019)