I would rather be at home than in a pub
but there the silence creeps around me at night.
And I did enough thinking about you,
so I prefer to stay on my feet
because sleeping alone is no longer possible.
Alone is just alone, I know the city,
once I'm bothered and fed up
every body is equally warm and soft
/>and helps to forget what I once had.
That's how I know my friends from one night.
When the day comes, I only see my prey,
an unknown face sleeps there next to me.
And if it turns out that early in the morning it is no longer as beautiful
as it was last night with that pink light,
then I quickly close my eyes again.
It might have been nice for this time,
I'm going and I'll never come again after this night.
And when she meets me and smiles questioningly,
I think: who are you again?
This is how I know my friends from one night.
Sometimes I half dream that I recognize something again,
a smell of her, a smile that I love.
But I know all too well where I am,
here I lie with a strange naked woman
and no one in the world looks like you.
But if I stay home at night, it becomes quiet,
that rooms full of those days, they are so cold.
I flee into the city and go hunting again
and get myself where I don't want to again.
That's how I know my girlfriends from one night.
Dear princesses, if anyone hurts you
or calls you sluts or talks about morals,
let him get a disease full of venom.
We slept together and that was nice.
/>And that is why I have never despised anyone,
but I will always be grateful to you.
That's how I am, my friends of a night.

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