Lyrics:
Rüdiger stands in the rain and the snowCollector of autographsNames upon photographsFaces of people who everyone knowsRüdiger lives in a place on his ownBriefcase and spectaclesStrange and respectableHe knows the meaning of being aloneRüdiger works as a clerk in the townMusic or politicsRüdiger gets his kicksHe gets information then he comes aroundRüdiger waits at the hall in BerlinHe waits there all nightSecurity's tightThey know who he is but they don't let him inRüdiger waits in the dark by the stairHis fingers are shakingHis feet they are achingBut your name's in the paper so Rüdiger's there