Charred plastic friends

Every bridge ends in a different place

In the middle there is a bottom

With three black and yellow triangles

On the bank where more sunbeams shine

People have almost nothing

Nothing at all, just bloody hands

In the course where the sun goes down every evening

People have everything

Actually do they have all or is it illusion?

I´ve got happiness in my princess

With brown bear eyes

Everything means nothing in these times

Long rows of questions I think about

I´d like to know some answers

Who ´s to blame

What are the reasons?

 

I wanna discover Venus

I want to find the lost love to black holes on the sun

Cause the walking grubs on the streets

Can become beautiful ladybugs, not just beetles

 

The poor man stands opposite the rich man

In their eyes blazes a fire

Their fingers stroke the cock of a gun

Between them sit children playing in the playground

In their eyes is a glare

They think about the love of parents, not violence

One of them has a round belly, cause it was born in the right place

The other also has a round belly and in spite of this it´s empty and famished

After the bomb explodes upon the main victims most often stay their plastic friends

And torn hearts of their moms

So who´s to blame, the rich man who acquires his wealth by theft

Or the poor man who doesn´t want to work

Everybody just wants glittering things