Unscharf [English translation]

She always has something in her hand,

She stares at the floor, or at the walls.

She does not speak.

She is never overcome by sleep,

She leaves no footprints in the sand.

And she does not speak.

She is hazy at the edges,

One can only make her out blurrily.

Unfortunately, this will never change.

What I want above all else,

I will not receive from her.

I wish that I could know,

What she is thinking now,

And whether she at some point,

Will give me a few words.

Occasionally, she will open her mouth.

Only to draw in a breath,

Otherwise it is purposeless,

For she does not speak.

She is hazy at the edges,

Like a poor reproduction

She moves as though pulled by strings,

And for years I have asked myself,

From whence she came and how she functions.

I wish that I could know,

What she is thinking right now,

And if after all this time

She isn’t at all attached to me.

Is she from a foreign planet,

I cannot say.

I believe I will ask her that,

When I can trust myself.

She is hazy at the edges...

• Artist:Farin Urlaub Racing Team
• Album:Die Wahreit über's Lügen