Himmel Auf

Silbermond

Heaven Open Up

Thousands of crosses he carries through the day;
365 days in the year;
12 hours draw his face;
It's alright, but it's not beautiful.
Every morning he walks through that door
And every morning the question remains 'for what?'
And every day slips out of his hand
Unrestrained, against the wall.
Isn't there a bit of luck out there for me?
Somewhere a light at the end of the tunnel promises?
He wants so much,
But actually not;
Just a little bit of luck!

When will heaven open up,
Even for me, even for me?
When will heaven open up,
Even for me, even for me?
When will heaven open up,
Tell me when, tell me when?
When will heaven open up,
Even for me, even for me?
Tell me, when will heaven open up?
When will heaven open up?

It's life here in paradise,
When the sweet poison shoots into her veins,
She forgets everything that seemed so merciless;
The cold sky and the cold Berlin.
She's not well-received in this city, because
Our net didn't catch her, because
The devil drew his circles around her,
Nothing ever fell into her lap.
Isn't there a bit of luck out there for me?
Somewhere a light at the end of the tunnel promises?
She wants so much,
But actually not;
Just a little bit of luck!