Gleisdreieck, tell me what you are
What boundaries you describe
What place you mark
Dirty track corner
You're left to chance
Which track is my train on
The course has been set
Who lives on this wasteland
Fills the place with meaning
Who will write the next story
Gleiseck, end in itself
You have it Sold you
You were occupied by people
By nothing but biography
Track bed, far away
See me as a child again
See me crushing stones
See me long for the future
Grush old flowers
Sprinkle old dreams
Thoughts return home