Pille aus Luft English translation
von Maxim

I put on the sunglasses
that colors the light so beautifully
that every Rhine bridge shines,
as if she were the golden gate.

Play my happiest notes
for the sinking ship.
Say a thousand times everything will be fine
while crushing my thumb with my fingers.

So tell me a fairy tale
something to cover up the silence
In everything I believe
is a pill of air.

So I fold my hands
and fall on your knees.
Let the doves of peace fly
even if someone shoots them every time.


I hold my breath
until the smog clears
Kabul is the city of love
and Chernobil the new Berlin.

We are the first vintage with an expiration date on our foreheads.
Either you can bear it
or you put a bullet in your head.

We squeeze chest to back
through a crowd of troubles,
want to share the garbage sea,
brood desperately over bursting plans.

So tell me a fairy tale
something that brings me to life.
All I believe in is the placebo effect.

So I fold my hands
and fall on your knees.
Let the doves of peace fly
even if someone shoots them every time.

I hold my breath
until the smog clears
Kabul is the city of love
and Chernobil the new Berlin.


And the wall of paradise
is painted white again,
because some poor devil smeared ghetto the angel on it.

For this he crossed the hall,
covered up the silence with a few fairy tales,
fed on nothing but a few pills made out of air.

So I fold my hands
and fall on your knees.
Let the doves of peace fly
even if someone shoots them every time.

I hold my breath
until the smog clears
Kabul is the city of love
and Chernobil the new Berlin.

So I fold my hands
and fall on your knees.
Let the doves of peace fly
even if someone shoots them every time.

I hold my breath
until the smog clears
Kabul is the city of love
and Chernobil the new Berlin.