Polarkreis 18
"Poem"

The tourists are on a train
the tourists are on a train
so far away
so far away

they'll never be silent
they're always anoune
they travel and travel
they want to come home

I just try every time
to strangle the history
of my life
the tourist inside of me

the tourists are on a train
the tourists are on a train
so far away so far away
I'll never be silent
I'm always anoune
I travel and travel
I never come home
Can't get on the first train
Can't find a way out
I hope for the last train
I hope for no doubt

I just try everytime
to strangle the history
of my life
the tourist inside of me
you say to me: huhuhu
you say to me: huhuhu

wir kommen nirgendwo
wir kommen nirgendwo
wir kommen nirgendwo
wir kommen nirgendwo an

I just try everytime
to strangle the history
of my life
the tourist inside of me
you say to me: huhuhu
you say to me: huhuhu