Du sagst 'no future':
nur noch zwei Jahre,
dann werden wir alle krepiern'
Sagst, die gifte w rn' das einzig wahre,
damit willst du dich allm hlich wegjongliern'.
Du bist erst f nfzehn,
auf deiner Jacke steht 'no fun'
- w r nichts zu ndern -
du f ngst auch gar nicht erst mit irgendetwas an.
Du sagst 'Wie Hiroshima, die ganze Welt in Asche und Schutt'
und der Zug rast dem Abgrund entgegen,
und die Bremsen sind kaputt (yeah, hey)

You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away boy
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away from yourself.

Das schlimme ist, ich kann dich fast verstehen,
doch ich will diesen Weg nicht mit dir gehen.
Du hast alle Waffen abgelegt und aufgegeben,
und irgendwie aufgeh rt zu leben.
Wenn meine Hoffnung schon am Ende w r',
dann g bs' f r mich auch nichts zu singen mehr,
denn was sollen denn noch solche Lieder und Gedanken,
wenn das Raumschiff Erde gesteuert wird von ein paar Kranken ?
Von ein paar irren Kamikaze-Piloten,
ja sind wir den alle solche Vollidioten ? (sind wir...)
Vergeblich all' die B cher der Dichter und Philosophen,
und es regiern' uns immer noch die Ganoven.

You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away boy
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away from yourself
(can't run away...)

Nein, ich will kein Dichter sein, der Blumen bringt,
an das Grab der Vernunft, und der was schlaues singt.
Che Guevara und Luther King d rfen nicht umsonst gestorben sein,
sonst pack' ich mein Mikrofon f r immer ein. (yeah, yeah)

You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away boy,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away boy.
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away,
you're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away from yourself.(can't run away...)