Kampf/en
Gong Song (Worn Out)
English translation by Indira, AI assistant. For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.
In the left corner they sweep the teeth together,
in the right corner they smear stuff on the blood.
Someone has taken something to win.
The winner is the one who still does something to win.
Eyes fall on the whole of life and slowly grasp:
meaning, the meaning, any meaning cannot be seen.
And those at the bottom who give their very last every day
will probably no longer be standing in the end.
And everything that wears you out,
and everything that makes you fail,
and all the shit inside you
is no better than the rest.
That is the gong (ding), and already you are back;
you carry on again, like the one who was already spent back then.
Until the gong (ding), it must always go on,
and then there is time again to count all the fractures.
And everything you take with you,
and everything you let fail,
and all the shit left outside the front door
is no better than the rest.
That is the gong.
That is the gong.
Southpaw to the liver, nasal bone and cut stitched up;
the mob screams and cheers until the wind blows it on.
Another gong, the next round; belts rust away.
Another gong, the next round, without victory and without meaning.
Another gong, the next blows given and taken.
Another gong, the world grows sluggish:
nothing left to wake you.
That is the gong (ding), and you are still there;
you carry on again, like the one who was already spent back then.
Until the gong (ding), it must always go on,
and then there is time again to understand it all.
