I don't know where I am, or how it went I'm totally lost, with the circle on my left To the body I measure, like a caricature A yo-yo, the bell came in a string That the old woman didn't let go If you don't have a case, you don't run away from me Like everyone else Like the man, who only has a box of post-it notes That he can't get rid of, but he's still obsessed In Switzerland it says, how beautiful they are For everyone here wet, and you have black hair Like the woman who found her on the curb Whether the furniture, the animals, her daughter gave her Like the one who now lives in Rüsselsheim With two children, and every year writes to Mother's Day Like the son, who doesn't call me for years Only that he wished for you, he has the whole world Or you, who always looks for me, as long as I'm gone As if I'm tired, when I'm standing here, and nobody thinks Who only speaks, when he orders himself a drink But he didn't realize it When he was still active in the ADKP Still longing for the idea of feasibility The one who fought for peace, equality and freedom He was told that he didn't deserve anything in the concentration camp In the penal battalion, at the front Wherever he walked, he wasn't spared A six-year winter, Siberia then In the remains of a sword, he had his hand nailed to the wall He never took a step again, rarely laughed He was drawn to his murder, the Vietnam War took him over The party broke up quickly, the West, but it's not that hard The Nazis are not here, and they will be for a long time Antoinette, I call you Erika And afterwards Maternus and Mainzer Strauss-Stey Up to 2-3, for the free, come with me God hurts, and not only here, cramps or pain Goes on for hours, back and forth, what keeps For the quickie in the back seat, he keeps the money If also with me, for Freddy, for Lilfsen Because he's full, but full of peace, he's probably Hey, the big spender and Heini, the dead And Lisa de Moosch, to bring us life In Champagne bathed and drunk at night The crack just holds the lubricant, overhauled the light There is no pity from them, not from Zumpentz Because their mother is a sinner, he becomes like a man Then he would rather have felt the envy he used to feel If he had thought about it, he would never have bothered If he had thought about it, he would never have bothered © transcript Emily Beynon