Polarkreis 18 - Poem

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

theyll never be silent
theyre 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
Ill never be silent
Im always anoune
I travel and travel
I never come home
Cant get on the first train
Cant 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