**[Intro]**
In the shadow of the chimneys, where the Ruhr region breathes heavily,
We live in North Rhine-Westphalia, in a world so empty.
Depression lurks, but no one speaks out loud,
Everyone carries their cross alone, in this gray house.
**[Verse 1]**
On the streets of Dortmund, Essen, and nearby Duisburg,
Cigarette butts lie, witnesses to the gray night.
Thoughts drown in smoke and alcohol,
The pain numbs, boring a hole deep in the soul.
Everyone here struggles, but admit it? Never,
Smiling in front of the mirror while the heart breaks.
**[Chorus]**
In North Rhine-Westphalia, where the poor share the most,
The rich hoard, give nothing, remain alone in the field.
Depression in secret, a silent scream,
Streets full of shadows, without light.
Fast money for fast cars, aggression rises,
In this land of coal, where the soul breaks in two.
**[Verse 2]**
Drugs on every corner, dark and damp in the alleys,
Heroin and pills that turn day into night.
Prostitution whispers in the neighborhoods without light,
Shadows without light, where hope dies alone.
Children become ghosts, thoughts torment them,
Dreams shatter early in the cold of reality.
**[Bridge]**
He who owns nothing shares his bread and wine,
He with full pockets looks away, remains silent and small.
Earned fast money to buy fast stuff,
Cars race through the night, hearts race before the run.
Aggression boils over, against friend and foe alike,
In North Rhine-Westphalia's streets, where peace grows so fragile.
**[Verse 3]**
From Bochum to Oberhausen, the Ruhr River carries the filth,
Garbage and dreams drift in an endless trek.
Everyone breathes poison, but no one wants to admit it,
Depression binds like chains of concrete and stone.
The rich share nothing, the poor give everything,
In this state where the sky is always pale.
**[Chorus]**
In North Rhine-Westphalia, where the poor share the most,
The rich hoard, give nothing, remain alone in the field.
Depression in secret, a silent scream,
Streets full of shadows, without any light.
Fast money for fast cars, aggression rises,
Ruhrpottjunge
