Großstadt

I walk the streets and just let myself drift,
because I still feel like a stranger.
Will I leave again, or will I stay.
I walk the streets and still don't know where to go.

At home, I have a few friends on every corner,
everyone knows each other, because our city is small.
I wanted to experience more, give my fever to the city.
At home, everything was already too restrictive for me.

Big city, where is your face?
Your many lights blind me.
In your arms, I feel cold.
Big city, where are you taking me
over hours when I am restless?
To love you, I need time.

I walk the streets and see my reflection in large windows.
The day is long and many nights even longer.
Like a river that drifts, rubbing against rough rocks,
that's how I feel and I know what makes me restless.
That's how I feel and I know what makes me restless.

Through foreign streets.