Sometimes Iґm drinking more than I would do
Lost my direction I donґt know what I knew
Sometimes Iґm thinking that we only were born for destruction
And then I know itґs true
Sometimes Iґm running far away from all these empty lost years
Sometimes Iґm proud about my roots
Sometimes Iґm going to the future I would like to live in
But then Iґm sure there is no room
If you would ask me what you could do against your depressions
Iґd answer you you have to drink
If you would show me all destructions that are still around us
Iґd give you glasses made in pink
If you would thank me for the many years we are together
I would ask:hey who are you?
If you would tell me something ’bout the time when Iґm a grandpa
Iґd take you to where the crosses now