I, I don’t know how to say
And if you can’t go my way,
My blood is sparking in my head
And spit back and win the day.

You, you shall never pretend,
 [bad word] back to Switzerland,
Where the lights of my future are still at green, [bad word] and you feel that what we need.

The [bad word] is that they lead you away,
Why is it the spirit of the times?
I fly into a rage in this society
And sometimes it hurts like [bad word] 

You, you shall never pretend,
 [bad word] back to Switzerland,
Where the lights of my future are still at green, [bad word] and you feel that what we need.

6 o’clock in the evening on a  south-sea island,
8 o’clock in the morning on the motorway,
New years eve and I don’t know where I am,
No glass of champagne anymore
I’m homesick again!
I’m homesick again!
I’m homesick again!

You, you shall never pretend,
 [bad word] back to Switzerland,
Where the lights of my future are still at green, [bad word] and you feel that what we need.