Winterschlaf English translation
von Chakuza

And so I wake up again with this head banging in the back
Like I'm in "Walking Dead" and "Zombieland".
It's not a royal Sunday, because the vibe in my bungalow
It's just way too dark and threatening - unfortunately unheroic
Terrible is the morning for the unloved stepchild
Seems like truck engines sing a song to me
And my girl becomes a beast, was darling before, there's a fight
Because I've mastered it quite well, the art of mediocrity
One who likes to stick his head in the brine
While for others the day tastes like a mountain of baklava
A mountain of baklava tastes good


I'm standing here again, without a goal and without a plan
Ticket reserved for a closed railway
I never reach my goal, I'm hopelessly lost
Again it's just me and my suitcase under my arm

It is actually there, the infinitely long black day
Depression, sadness, tears - a terrible ménage-à-trois
And suddenly a band starts playing
You can hear music through those tinny slats of the blinds
How many times has my head forgiven me for that?
I often think I fell into a pot of aspirin as a kid
The arms are tired and the dumbbells are really heavy
Day of the lame duck, not damn angry grizzly bear
And in the evening the steamer sank deep into the sea, then
Everything is fine again, the worst of the great moments has passed
Great moments passed


I'm standing here again, without a goal and without a plan
Ticket reserved for a closed railway
I never reach my goal, I'm hopelessly lost
Again it's just me and my suitcase under my arm