it is so much much too much
Everywhere advertising
Too much bread and too much play
Luck has no name
All roads are traveled
In the heart cold pictures
No one can read minds
The climate is mild
No one knows more what he looks like - or whatever his name
All are here on the run - the tears are made of ice
There must be a better way - so can not go on the
Where can I find support, where can I find protection - the sky is made of lead here
I give no answer - on the wrong questions
The time is playful rasent quickly - and happiness you have to hunt
A town in which there is no fear, only trust
Where we break down the walls of greed and contempt
Where the light does not go off
Brightens the water
And every dawn
And the dream is worth
And where every glance through time and space to flow into our hearts
I build ne city for you
Made of glass and gold and stone
And each road leads out the
Performs well in again
I'll build a city for you - and for me
