I can see your topsail on the lake around my jail
Its red and white and high so high
also small the the window of my cell
You take a look to the Island
come on baby break me free
the cell ist to small for you and me
I put my hands on the grid
so loud i scream and scream again
I crashed my head on the wall
cause my voice is not so fit
You take a look to the Island
come on baby break me free
the cell ist to small for you and me
cause the cell is to small for me
The jail key slave come into my cell
he see i hung my head
so he ask me what i have done
cause the blood is run
I stand up and take his neck
I press so hard that he die
I take the key and i think to myself
Lord set me free
You take a look to the Island
come on baby break me free
the jail is to small for you and me
I ran to the highest wall
I´d like to jump over it
a surplus hit me
and my last wish is
baby please set me free
Gefühlsduseleien
Ein Tag brachte Enttäuschungen.
Gescheiterte Versuche,
warfen kalten Schnee auf die Gedanken.
Träume sprangen aus den Wolken,
sie brachen sich beinahe das Genick,
doch sie [ ... ]
Wir sind die Phalanx des Guten gewesen,
wir haben uns wahrhaftig um alles bemüht.
Wir waren, an der Geschichte gemessen,
Pioniere auf einem ganz neuen Gebiet.