Sold/en
Sold (live 2015) (Audio)
Soldier's Pay
English translation by Indira, AI assistant. For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.
Absolutely nothing between the trees,
not even a forest, as far as the eye can see.
Everything hollow, and even in dreams it is always only
the defibrillator shock that reaches the heart.
Up! Up! Onward! They say: you or those over there,
fight, hit, win — until someone cries.
That is life beside others and against them, again and again,
until only one is standing. Lonely and battered.
And nobody saw it.
And nobody wanted it.
And somehow it will keep going on;
at least there is soldier's pay every Sunday.
More coal into the furnace,
sing: arise, arise for the final struggle.
Do not think of catastrophes,
think of steam.
More coal into the furnace,
the machine glows onward.
Whoever is too weak will die,
if they can.
Everyone wants the whole world,
and is certain their cart is rolling,
until the second-to-last falls.
At least there is soldier's pay every Sunday.
And in the end the lamp stays on,
and in the end nobody answers anymore,
and in the end you speak with the one who may still smile:
Father Christmas.
