Shut up, sleep, think
There is still a long way to go
The road is tense
And it rains non-stop
Curves, potholes, bars
Dead dogs without collars
And the music that you have brought to remember
That girl, God knows
Where she will be
I spend my life
Setting a new direction
Of food, with my clothes
Smelling of smoke and you will be
Asleep, in your room full of photos
And I playing my game
With torn pants
Trying to make my voice hold up
Until the end, and we'll play
Suffer, mammon
And now in the dressing room
Drink water and relax
The towel stolen from a hotel
And the autographs you give
You don't know their value
You give them, why not give them ?
And would you like to leave now, your back hurts, you look in a mirror
And you see sweat and whiskey and water
And while you
You are at home, where time does not pass
And I can't stop thinking about you,
I dream of the streets of Madrid
The technicians collect
Everyone has already gone
There are no more illusions
Only boxes to carry
And a truck that waits
To take you to another place
Where we will play
Suffer mom give me back my girl

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN