99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man fuer UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
Eine Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so war
Dabei war da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons
The problem is all inside your head", she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically
I’d like to help you in your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover. …
*Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn’t hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day…[i/]
On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
I drank 10 pints of beer
And I cursed all the people there
I wish that all this rain would stop falling down on me
Waiting for the break of day, searching for something to say.
Flashing lights against the sky, giving up I close my eyes.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, 25 or 6 to 4?