First thing I saw when I came was a picture of the past
second – we talked about our friendship, why?
we laughed convulsivly ´bout our long remaining joke
you told me of your present,
smiled at me and said that you´re satisfied
but I know that you will always be filled with envy
do you really think that my life is so much better
I´ve often dreamed of a little me with less faults, with less weaknesses,
surrounded by some people who deserve to be trusted

came from nowhere, travel to nowhere
trade with nothing, try to get all

Why didn´t you dare to proceed
on your often intended path
should I have a guilty consience when I continue on my way
of restlessness
I don´t know my next station
I only know that I can´t stay any longer
any further
any stronger
anyway