Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Hier Werd Ich Nicht Alt

I won’t get old here! Stop! I won’t get old here!
The city’s scowling
The movement of people, the movement of masses
The rain from above, the letting-yourself-move

You climb in and get out at the platform
Whoever doesn’t get out is silent and quietly stares out
It’s the train that goes through time for eternity
It’s the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit of the Times

I’m setting off in indisputably large steps
I won’t – I won’t – I won’t get old here!
No valley remains unpaced, unendured
I won’t – I won’t – I won’t get old here!
May I have this dance? No, I mean I may have this dance!
I won’t – I won’t – I won’t get old here!
The next day is about to go
I won’t get old here! I’m staying young here!

I won’t get old here! Stop! I won’t get old here!
Outspoken because I’m standing in the forest
Where the leaves that fall silently from the branches
Crack to the ground at full force

We push, we strike
We run into limits where we complement ourselves
You stumble against it because you’re not up to date
About the Father and Son and the Holy Spirit of the Times

I’m setting off …

The streetcar sings its song at night
Someone sings along and slurs
The fear sleeps there, where no one sees it
Between bricks and asphalt
I won’t get old here!
I won’t get old here!

The passion undersells itself
And doesn’t remain whole
The libido communicates incorrectly
And doesn’t spare me
I won’t get old here!
I won’t get old here!

I’ll die young here!
I’ll die young here!