This Town Is Not My Home

I'm not at home in this city
We have nothing to say to each other
Here I unpacked my suitcases
Without pitching the tents

Because this city has no face
This invites you to linger
The streets don't rhyme here
Like other good lines

This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
Oh, no
No, no

The houses here are self-confident
And tend to exaggerate
And you just don’t feel like
To write a poem here

You wouldn't want to be a child here either
And don't like to be buried either
Here you sometimes want to be like the wind
Such big steps have

This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
Oh, no
No, no

Here one longs for backyard
And the cinema around the corner
After house walls with 'Hans is stupid'
And a gorse hedge

After the postman on the bike
And time to write letters
And after the pub that was good
To stay true to yourself

This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
Oh, no
No, no

Here I would like to soar
Flying over the rooftops
But I know I'm not strong enough
To defeat the city here

This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
Oh, no
No, no

This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
No, no, no, no
No, no

(This town is not my home)
(This town is not my home)
(This town is not my home)
Oh, no
No, no

This town is not my home
This town is not my home
This town is not my home
Oh, no
No, no