Heimat

We think too much, we struggle hard.
We're waiting for the snow.
We're not just having a good day,
we're too tough for that.

I'm just a king's kid,
what's other is foreign to me.
We're blind on both lips,
we're too scared to step out of our shell.
Two-language land, distantly related.
Washed up on different shores,
destined to succeed together.
Homeland isn't a place, homeland is a feeling.

Led by cloned patriots,
in a national struggle.
Candidates in pairs,
blonde wives grinning for the dance.
The situation's dire, the ship's almost sunk.
The band plays, "Oh how lovely it is."

Distraction maneuvers are underway,
the ones in the dark are overlooked.
The upper deck celebrates without a care,
secured by total control.
The eavesdropping's on, spies getting paid.
For those in the lower deck, there's no lifeboat.

Before the last tango rises,
who dares to make the first move?
Pure Kohlpop has played its tune,
who pulls first on the same rope,
who believes in the same idea,
who lives half the dream of the goal,
who dares to cross the sea first?
Homeland isn't a place, homeland is a feeling.
Homeland isn't a place, homeland is a feeling.