Interpret:

Herbert Grönemeyer

Album:

Chaos (Englisch)

Theories beer tastes flat
propaganda bread's stale 
pray for a winner
church endgame failed
the world kicks its doors down
info slashes with its claw 
confusions becoming law 


Frontiers are see through
clear thinking is mud 
in the techno weed bed
savage roses bud
our culture is in shambles
our sanity's in hock
answers are running amok 


Like beggars in the market
pretending to be blind 
in following the string home
all order will unwind 


We beat our wings
but we're not flying
we are falling, falling 
can't hear sense because we're deafened
by disorder calling 
like a dream we turn and toss
but all is chaos 


Death will bring rest to us all
death will bring rest to us all 


Final curtain is torn up
see the play start again 
but let's have no grey script
for the joy of grey men
there must be some brand new ark
to torpedo with our votes 
replace it with ballot paper boats 


All differences are washed out
ideologies will blend
our pockets may be brimming
but it's cash that we can't spend 


We beat our wings
but we're not flying
we are falling, falling 
can't hear sense because we're deafened
by disorder calling 
like a dream we turn and toss
but all is chaos 


Nature's had enough now
and she'll hit us where it hurts 
we have to stand and walk straight 
no more riding on her skirt 


We beat our wings
but we're not flying
we are falling, falling 
can't hear sense because we're deafened
by disorder calling 
like a dream we turn and toss
but all is chaos