Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Das Schiff Versinkt

At 32 degrees North latitude, your combat-ready side proves itself
White water in front of you, just the sea, the undivided
Are you still trying, or are you still on the run?
Where no more grass grows, none can bite into it
And how do you want to hang yourself as a last resort?

Those are just empty metaphors that don’t accomplish anything
But how far do we come if we strike sail now?

How – how tightly and just how long will you hold the wheel in your hand?
How – how far will you go to look in the mirror?
We want to understand what sustains us, what’s tolerated
And it only works out when the ship sinks, the ship sinks

We load up and experience, and the planks sway
Falter when faces with the load of many pounds
Until the ship sinks, the ship sinks, and in this hour
We get to the bottom of things, but don’t perish

A storm arises and grasps at the sea
Commands, and angrily, all the waves back and forth and yearns for more

How – how tightly and just how long …?
The ship sinks, the ship sinks
The ship sinks, the ship sinks