På Drift [English translation]

we don't have any secrets left

but it's so dammed cowardly to leave

Bohemians, poets are buggers [pig]

and On The Road the most silly shit I (ever) read

because heros and heroines stay

with their backs to the wall

only skin against sharp edges

and they claw and clout and bite

for dear life [for their lifes or someone else's]

they don't get any reward

but (neither) claim anything

they just put things together and keep their traps shut

Darling what we want most of all

is something that never can be our's

November is a wall of wet concrete

a ridiculous dream of escape is born

to crash and then die

but heros and heroines stay

they spit hard against the vind

and warm up our hands

so that we won't loose the grip

of the love we deserve

They dare to belief and to hope

that someone above is watching us

someone that rather wants to forgive than to condemn us

for something we didn't know we did

• Artist:Kent