Is it hopeless to keep hoping, or
do I give in like a misanthrope
If it weren't for the love of my people
Have faith in humanity
The optimist says it's going better than ever
The historian argues we've had it worse
The masses again saw nothing, heard nothing
A fire here, a hotspot there
The ash blows into the backyard
Look at the geopolitical map
or about how to bring it all back to our own plate
I stay positive, that's for sure
still I fear for tomorrow nonetheless
Are we ready for a new start
I don't know today yet, sadly, maybe tomorrow
Since I, as a kid, thought I could do magic
I didn't foresee that back then
After years of my crooked tales
I'm at my wits' end
Nodding my head no no no
I try a lot but luck's not on my side
Surrounded by problems, I follow the melody
The notes are my steps until I can see the horizon
Still searching for my philosophy
But I'm not that great a thinker, no
And whether I believe in something again yet
I keep running aground on the unbelievable
But you need something to frame
To be able to place all luck or misfortune
To feel at one with the generation
For strength to turn the page
And we know time's running out
So I hit the string and stop it for a moment
I got no answers, only my song
Into the world's soul with word and melody
Wisdom knows it, knows absolutely nothing
Maybe we'd best give it another day or two
Cause we're not ready for a new start yet
I still don't know today, sadly, maybe tomorrow
Since I, as a kid, thought I could do magic
I didn't foresee that back then
After years of my crooked tales
I'm at my wits' end
Nodding my head no no no
I try a lot but luck's not on my side
Surrounded by problems, I follow the melody
The notes are my steps until I can see the horizon