July 6th in 79, the day I wanted to die Family and friends were gone, it's summer holidays No job, no money, that's why I had to stay No phone call, no birthday card in the mailbox I thought I was the one that nobody cared for, oh my my A weak man who talks, he's strong, when he was beating his son Felt so low in the world, but he could vent his rage at home Never satisfied, his joy was to crush me Meanwhile his wife spent her time with her lovers I really was the one that nobody cared for, oh my my July 6th in 79, I was only 23 But my heart inside and my soul sighed, I can't go on No hope, no future, was writing on the walls A field of ruins was my only luggage Yet I stuck it out And soon I met my wife and my life really begun *