There will come a time
When we reach a point
At which we will suddenly realize
That it is much too late
When the joy of living
Will change into pain
When all the joy of loving
Will be destroyed by hate
All trust to one another
Have given way
To self-centered phrases
There will be no dreams
I'm afraid, that it isn't far
Until we're caught in own illusions
And that we are trapped in a world
Full of various confusion
Ref:
Wenn das letzte Fünkchen Hoffnung
Wie eine Seifenblase zerplatzt
Und sich die Menschen
Vor einem großen schwarzen Abgrund sehen...