What have we become in this wasteland?
Between rust and endless war,
we´re wandering around in what´s once was our fatherland
although we don´t know what that is anymore.

Maybe we´re seekers for our lost future,
that was blown away in the hails of bombs.
But where could we find it?
In the graves of our moms?
In the graves of our kids?

Our search is pointless and we know that,
so why don´t we just wait for the only safe thing that´s left?
Imminent death in those ruins behind our doormat,
which became this wasteland.