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!