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
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