4-9-6 Millionen traducción al Inglés

Loneliness, you door-to-door canvasser
Don't knock at my door today
I'll tell you, sadness, you old cur
do not lift your leg on me

I need a light at the end of the tunnel view now
need broad-minded love and reserve luck
I need that

Now raise your glasses for the time
to its reliability
and to "doesn't matter, I'm ready

bitterness, you phrasemonger
today it's someone elses turn
Oh, sleeplessness, you Master singer
howl to the moon somewhere else

then the rainbow gets overstepped
Till everyone here pukes of joy
I know that

Now raise your glasses for the time
to its reliability
To that it is certain, that nothing's safe
and to "doesn't matter, I'm ready

Now raise the glasses to the time
to its reliability
To that it is certain, that nothing's safe
and to "doesn't matter, I'm ready

We stack up high and fall soft
Everything stays the same in the end
Am I even 4-9-6 millions away
it is enough to go home every time