It is midnight and all is well.
Everything is quiet—you sleep well.
So tell me what?
This anguish inside me.
I am with friends at the bar
but how is that you were
together with those who are dying—ah!
They are shooting.
But not for you!
They are dying.
But not for you!
But for every one who falls down,
a small part of me dies.
Darkness in my eyes—
I cannot see anymore!
Darkness in my heart—I do not live anymore!
I feel life slipping away—
again tonight we die at the bar.
You hear it—they're shooting.
Drink some coffee!
They are dying.
But think for yourself!
A coin clinks into the jukebox—
the disc changes—
what is that music?
But what is that music?!
I phoned her.
Hello, love, how are you?
I haven't been drinking, you know,
but I feel down—
My thoughts are
a thousand miles or more away!
They are shooting.
But not at you!
They are dying.
But not for you!
But for every one who falls down,
a small part of me dies.
There are people who die
far away from home
and we who die here.—
inside ourselves.
I feel life slipping away—
again tonight we die at the bar.
They are shooting.
Drink some coffee!
They are dying.
But think for yourself!
A coin clinks into the jukebox—
the disc changes—
what is that music?
But what is that music?! ...