Tauben aus Porzellan deutsche Übersetzung
von Jennifer Rostock

Taking a deep drag, the city seems quiet
I swear with each word that I say, I want to stay here
With a finger on the trigger and heads tilted back
We watch the sky above us closely.

And we shoot with ammunition and rifles
For a moment the sky scatters red ink
Like a firework; but a firework that has stopped burning
Nothing has changed in all these years
We're shooting at porcelain doves
An easy target because it doesn't need much
Until we forget who we are and how good we were

Tram lines cool our hot temples
We'd rather get angry and scream than feel nothing
While the overhead line is transmitting above us
We go round in circles about sore issues


And we shoot with ammunition and rifles
For a moment the sky scatters red ink
Like a firework; but a firework that has stopped burning
Nothing has changed in all these years
We're shooting at porcelain doves
An easy target because it doesn't need much
Until we forget ourselves and how good we were

This war consumes its soldiers
Until analysis reveals
that the supposed enemy planes
were just doves made out of porcelain all along

And we shoot with ammunition and rifles
For a moment the sky scatters red ink
Like a firework; but a firework that has stopped burning
Nothing has changed in all these years
We're shooting at porcelain doves
An easy target because it doesn't need much
Until we forget who we are and how good we were

Nothing has changed in all these years
We're shooting at porcelain doves
An easy target because it doesn't need much
Until we forget who we are and how good we were

This war consumes its soldiers
Until analysis reveals
that the supposed enemy planes
were just porcelain doves all along