The sun shines as if Van Gogh had painted it
And the air stands still on the asphalt
The flowers bloom as if they were being paid for it
But that leaves me as cold as their scent

Too many women, too much money, far too much that I like far too much
My life is hell, I feel so empty
Always loud, always colorful is not healthy in the long run
My life is hell, I can't take it anymore

I don't need a house made of pure gold, I never wanted all of this
I just need some peace, that wouldn't be bad
I don't want to have to do what I must; I hate this excess
I just need some peace, then I'll manage

It's not my fault that I'm a lucky guy
And win every heart, day by day
That's the curse of people who look too good
No one listens when I say something

And another flirt, another kiss, just one more time having sex, then it's really over
My life is hell, where is the emergency exit?
Too much sex, too little sleep, what am I being punished for?
My life is hell, for far too long

I don't need a house made of pure gold, I never wanted all of this
I just need some peace and some time
Life is for laughing, that's why I take psychotropic drugs
I just need some peace and solitude

In every other magazine, it says how well everyone is doing
Who can always have everything
The truth is, I no longer believe in it

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