歌词
The day before the birthday
Is so ordinary
It's like to go astray
In your personal library
And search for the latest issue
Of ordinary life
Which I still live... for sure
One, two, three... it ends on five
Happy birthday it is said
When there's a rolling stone
Which makes you suffer
Why rejoice trapped in gray
With all that's bad
I feel old age in my bones
I'm not much tougher
We catch exciting moments
From boring performance
And we don't
And we don't
And we don't want it to end
How do you do it, cope with your destiny?
When you just guess and there's no remedy
For the sound the trumpet of the dead
Which reaches my ears
That resonates in my head
Death is near
Hand's me the devil's walking stick
I'm like a pig, a pig for slaughter
We catch exciting moments
From boring performance
And we don't
And we don't
And we don't want it to end
Written by: Jakub Szymsza, Lukas Chlup
