Böhse Onkelz - Dunkler OrtEvery day
People come into my life
And out again
I have stopped counting. Choose
We greet each other with phrases
Provided us with derision
Occupy ourselves with dogmas
But only God can judge
This is a dark place
Because you're making him
This is a dark place
And you thought it
We wait for death
Wasting our time
What do you expect from us
Pay the price f? R our cowardice
The days are passing
We distinguish gardens and eat
Our rooms are coffins
Money helps us to forget
We live insignificant lives
And do nothing
You swallowed forgetting
And no one remembers you