Wenn es dunkel und kalt wird in Leschnitz,

When it gets dark and cold in Leschnitz,
Waschküchenmelancholie lies heavy,
it resonates to the beat of the silent city,
a soft hit,
carried by puddles

Waschküchenmelancholie nestles against the walls,
pours through the streets,
a song without melody,
Leschnitz hums along, quietly, without a goal,
an endless beat,

Through rain, wind and thirst,
she leads me home,
back to the streets I know,
back to Leschnitz,
where the city is silent,
and the melancholy never ends.

When it gets dark and cold in Leschnitz,
Waschküchenmelancholie lies heavy,