There's a couple of wrecks in Itzehoe
It looks like a dirty ghetto
The tall smokestack abouve like a gravestone
Now it's time to pull it all down

Planet Alsen
You are a mirrow of the truth
You are the planet of the youth
Is there somebody believing in you
Know they had crushed out your heart

Planet Alsen
So many suicide notes on the wall
Give an impression of those lives
A contract signd by a lost generation
On the planet of the youth



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