Lyrics:

Rüdiger stands in the rain and the snow

Collector of autographs

Names upon photographs

Faces of people who everyone knows



Rüdiger lives in a place on his own

Briefcase and spectacles

Strange and respectable

He knows the meaning of being alone



Rüdiger works as a clerk in the town

Music or politics

Rüdiger gets his kicks

He gets information then he comes around



Rüdiger waits at the hall in Berlin

He waits there all night

Security's tight

They know who he is but they don't let him in



Rüdiger waits in the dark by the stair

His fingers are shaking

His feet they are aching

But your name's in the paper so Rüdiger's there