Klar,
die
Unschuld
ess
verloore,
Illusione
liej′n
em
Dreck,
övver
dä
mer
stolz
jefloore,
johrzehntelang,
ohne
Jepäck.
Kamikaze,
die
nie
stirve,
op
jed'Drohtseil
ohne
Netz,
schwindelfrei
un
ohne
Nerve,
em
Zweifelsfall
op
"Zero"
jesetz
un
wenn
et
dann
eng
woot
wie
jetz,
simmer
absolut
ziellos,
nur
noh
Jeföhl
un
ohne
Plan
irjendwohin.
" Bloß
weg
he,
sulang
mer
noch
weg
kann!"
Benjamin,
wat
mäht
dä
Broadway?
Evelyn,
wat
koss
Paris?
Ziggy,
mohls
du
noch
wie
Hockney?
Kein
Ahnung,
wo
du
dich
römmdrievs.
Dat
me′m
Max
woor
schon'ne
Tiefschlaach.
Dat
dat
unsereins
passiert!
Wer
wollt
schon
wesse,
wer
zoletz
laach
un
Nathalie,
wie
jeht
et
dir?
Du
häss
noch
die
"Some
Girls"
vun
mir
Sure,
the
innocence
is
lost,
illusions
are
in
the
dirt,
over
which
we
proudly
marched,
for
decades,
without
any
baggage.
Kamikaze,
who
never
die,
on
every
tightrope
without
a
net,
dizzy
and
without
nerves,
resorted
to
"Zero"
in
case
of
doubt
and
when
then
things
get
tight
like
now,
we
are
absolutely
aimless,
acting
on
emotions
and
without
a
plan
upon
heading
somewhere.
"Just
get
out
of
here,
as
long
as
we
still
can!"
Benjamin,
what's
Broadway
like?
Evelyn,
how
much
does
Paris
cost?
Ziggy,
do
you
still
paint
like
Hockney?
No
idea
where
you're
roaming
around
the
world.
The
thing
with
Max
was
already
a
low
blow.
That
it
would
happen
to
people
like
us!
Who
even
wanted
to
know
who
would
have
the
last
laugh
and
Nathalie,
how
are
you?
You
still
have
those
"Some
Girls"
of
mine