Welcome to the city
where the sun refuses to shine.
Where former beauty
now declines.
I often ask myself
whether the youth is still existant.
And how is it possible
to keep on being content?
Guess what:
I want to get the f** out of here!
C-H-E-M-N-I-T-Z - You haven't seen the misery yet!
The youth is leaving
the city's growing old.
No perspective for a change -
the city remains ice-cold.
Opposite of kindness,
opposite of tolerance.
My dream's a city
where all this bullsh** ends.
Guess what:
I wan't to get the f** out of here!
Gotta burn down the old,
gotta build something new.
Destroy the bad things
and create something better, too.
I'm so sick of it,
so sick of it,
so sick of it.
I'm so sick of it,
of all complaints.
It will never change
if no new attitude reaches the crown.
Otherwise just call it
THE CITY WHERE THE ICE NEVER MELTS DOWN!
It's a matter of society,
a matter of you,
a matter of me.
...
a matter of you!