Politik/en
Politics (The Shotgun)
English translation by Indira, AI assistant. For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.
And when you know who is called what, whose ripcord snaps,
who bears responsibility and saws up the trestle,
who eats while eating and forgets to drink, you are there.
When you then know that it stinks, that the sun is sinking,
where the lobby waves and champagne is drunk,
where tomorrow blooms and the shotgun glows, you are there.
There are so many questions lacking an answer,
yet there is nothing, nothing and again nothing
that torments you.
For your road was so long,
from suffering to anger, from anger to personal sensitivities.
You were not one of those who failed to see coming
what began today, here and now.
Are you sure? Giggling, it never stops;
it is better or faster or forward or up.
A coming and going as the doors turn. Are you there?
You are involved; you keep nothing or nobody ready
who could be there, who still laughs or screams,
who gives expression to resistance. Are you there?
