sometimes I´m drinking more than I would do

lost my direction I don´t know what I knew

sometimes I´m thinking that we only were born for destruction

and then I know it´s true

sometimes I´m running far away from all these empty lost years

sometimes I´m proud about my roots

sometimes I´m going to the future I would like to live in

but then I´m sure there is no room



if you would ask me what you could do against your depressions

I´d answer you you have to drink

if you would show me all destructions that are still around us

I´d 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 I´m a grandpa

I´d take you to where the crosses now