Auf Den Balkonen Des Lebens (Jugend Der Städte) Songtext / Lyric

Our world are the facades.
Out of them the dark grins.
Need spins its tight web
over cascades of rubble. Sometimes there remain galleries
with flowers lost in space.
The swallows continue their flights of old. Yet, the smiling dream

In children's faces of things yet
to come, dies by the greedy,
naked light of day and dissipates
in shrill silence.

We stand bent down on the terraces of life,
And listen asking, asking,
"did our parents create us for naught?"