Hoffnung & Melancholie [English translation]

From the heart

I see black are the lines of my Braille

Light in the dark, here where no one knows what to do with themselves

Generation Millennium, who look stonily into the sky

Looking for a sign, but don't find it

Digital Natives, where the flood of information has always broken a swath through the senses

Standing still doesn't work, this world doesn't want us thinking, but functioning

Doubt is an obstacle

Grown today, yesterday crying in a carseat

These lives here make us cold and not inventive

You have to be a winner, are immunized with it since childhood

And the idea spreads and becomes worse

While diligence doesn't always carry fruit

You develop feelings of guilt, over the years they tear you apart internally

Where perspectives aren't real perspective

And there is one winner among a thousand

Between hope and melancholy

We are stuck, somehow

Between hope and melancholy

We are stuck, somehow

Between hope and melancholy

Born in a special time

In the north, where the sun seems not to shine for ten months

Everything in imbalance, politics speak

Of mutual success, but they don't mean us

Acting stupid doesn't help there, being silent doesn't

When you get older you see clearer and the colorfulness goes out

Even when it's scary, we have a mistake in the system

The house shakes, when the foundations don't sit right

Yes and the cities and the countries around us burn

War there, war here, ruled by brutes

Yet even the players on the page are only bystanders

Serve a role, money has it's own dynamics

Global shift to the right

While some project their fears and the rest just ducks and looks away

Arm against arm, when the crowd tears each other apart

And another parks billions onto his accounts in Switzerland

Between hope and melancholy

We are stuck, somehow

Between hope and melancholy

We are stuck, somehow

Between hope and melancholy

Ey in the middle of this insanity we

In the hope, that from hundreds one plan will work

Maybe because we fuel false expectations

On the search after their own place in this drama here

Shared sorrow is half of the sorrow, I'm sticking to it

Not desperate, no, everything comes to it's time

Dialectic, the time clears everything up

Everything is in movement, nothing will stay the way it is

Between hope and melancholy

We are stuck, somehow

Between hope and melancholy

We are stuck, somehow

Between hope and melancholy

• Artist:Disarstar
• Album:Bohemien