I look over yonder

I set a course in any direction

There′s a new world upside down on the map

Growing up so far east,

Locked street doors facing west.

A turnaround is the key to the gates

The promised flourishing scenery

Trampled down for an Eagle note

I look over yonder

The wall is down, but the fence is high.

Hammer, compass, golden ears

Pulled off, thrown down, for a new pride to fear

I look over yonder

It dawns on us, but the sun sets west.

I sing out of time

When old hammers fall

With beats like a call

To build up new walls.

I sing out of time

If you dance in time

As that old curtain squeaks

To a Goebbels-speech.

It's not a dance, you′re marching again!

I look over yonder

Walk along on golden streets

Some folks think it's too good to last.

Growing up so European

With open doors and end to war

The future holds what the past has seen.