Lyrics:

(Lyrics By Brigitta Fischer)
Don't be refusing
It's our last boozing
Our commen home is over
And you're still sober
We'll celebrate the end
Till we are unable to stand,
Blabbing out the last secrets
Till the birds sound our retreat

And majestically remains
That we have music on the brain,
Willing and ready to face it all,
That stuff 'bout money and rock'n'roll

Aren't we around of witty pretty people
Aren't we a bunch of punchy freaks,
Don't we like each other like hell,
Knowing everyone's most private details?
The couples went into crisis
And some even into pieces.
I was always more or less in love
Well, indeed, some illusions get lost

But now filled up with tea,
Switch off from TV
And missing some shirts,
Knowing more foreign words,
We're nostalgically dispersing.
And if one of us ever gets ill
All the rest is gonna nurse him.
Hey - don't we like each other like hell