to germany with love
alphaville
triumph over by-gone sorrow
let them all persue this purpose
from the outside of my eye
translate it first then comprehend
i'm here indeed but there i stand
this is the turn of colours
all real but still unseen
there is no more decision
'cause there's too much in between
let us build a nightmare nation
learn and work as never yet
that this cold new generation
faith in its own fears beget
here comes the modern rat
here comes the terror-squad
ours is the salt of wisdom
here we come all dressed in black
from the ruins risen slowly
to the future turned we stand
flourish in this blessing glory