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...