Wer sonst? [English translation]

The world is flat again, mothing more than just a place to stay/kill time.

And time runs by so fast.

No home in mother's womb and homelessly

We're drifting into darkness/oblivion.

This way we're always on a journey like in iron shackles

Like in prisoner colonies.

The lines drag on seemingly endlessly without point,

Unwilling no one can flee.

You are the missing chain link,

The one that sees what counts to save us.

Aren't you asking yourself too much when?

Only ask yourself: If not you, who else?

You are the shimmer in the tower.

Who else, if not you, could it be?

You are the voice in the storm.

Who else, if not you, could it be?

You are the light on the horizon,

You burn up yourself as a flare.

All the same whether the storm front

Roars much louder, it doesn't matter.

The only thing that counts is: Someone has to scream

Who else, if not you, could it be?

We've always been standing in the center only,

The steps [are] awkward,

But it presses us towards the edge.

We are the flood, we sweep along everything. A parasite.

And behind us the dead land.

The world is a disk again, only a place to stay anymore

And time runs by so fast.

And we subdued it within a hundred years

That is all over already.

You are the missing chain link,

The one that sees what counts to save us.

Aren't you asking yourself too much when?

Only ask yourself: If not you, who then?

You are the shimmer in the tower.

Who else, if not you, could it be?

You are the voice in the storm.

Who else, if not you, could it be?

You are the light on the horizon,

You burn up yourself as a flare.

All the same whether the storm front

Roars much louder, it doesn't matter.

The only thing that counts is: Someone has to scream

Who else, if not you, could it be?

Completely as if it was visitors that return home afterwards,

who overgrow everything else, who proliferate too fast,

who nip everything in its bud with their thorny tendrils,

who suppresses every resistance with their angry thoughts.

But you finally want to talk again,

finally not remain silent anymore

and you want to, even if it can easily break,

finally show some backbone.

You are the shimmer in the tower.

Who else, if not you, could it be?

You are the voice in the storm.

Who else, if not you, could it be?

You are the light on the horizon,

You burn up yourself as a flare.

All the same whether the storm front

Roars much louder, it doesn't matter.

The only thing that counts is: Someone has to scream

Who else, if not you, could it be?

The only thing that counts is: Someone has to scream

Who else, if not you, could it be?

Who else?

• Artist:ASP