Sascha on truck tourThe AutobahnThat our worldmoves by itselfOur luck is only in the hands of the demonsIf this art and the wordthat I created yesterdayshall be the lastI will only be asked for a stoneI will be on earth all the timeAnd there is no reasonto stop our waySascha on truck tourThe AutobahnFly early tomorrow at three o'clockOnly a curse and a screamthrough the darknessIf this art and the wordthat I created yesterdayshall be the lastOur child shall knowthat the world still knows meand be born all the timeBerlinAnd if a godpunishes him,,,,,,.Um,.Um,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,