Jennifer Rostock U.S.
3 Millionen Schatten

And there’s no more light burning in the refrigerator
I imagine that every head is just a collar with a face
What remains then are silhouettes
I imagine how they bend down and attach themselves to their shadows

We try to restrain ourselves, but it doesn’t want us to succeed
Over shadows that we throw at ourselves in order to jump ourselves, too

It isn’t fair, this city throws more
More than three million shadows
It isn’t fair, this city throws more
More than three million shadows
And we try to find ourselves, we try to find ourselves
It’s so hard, we’re just two of the more
More than three million of the blind
More than three million of the blind …

Night after night, I make my rounds around the tower of wanderlust
And imagine that I was somewhere else
But all the while, the farewell hits me hard
We’re hard-headed, stubborn, impossibly divided
And don’t know why
Imagine – I imagine, it kills me

It isn’t fair …

Imagine loneliness doesn’t mean sacrifice anymore
Imagine that every word was weightless
Imagine that every door and every window was sealed
Imagine, and there’s no more light burning in the refrigerator