We stand in our rehearsal room, the ceiling damp, the floor wet
Egg cartons on the walls, no room for groupies
Breiti is celebrating his birthday today, a young man of twenty years
As a gift, two crates of Altbier and a small bottle of schnapps

And then we play our songs
Each as loud as he can
And if you don't listen closely
It already sounds pretty good

How many years can this go on?
How many years, how much time is left for us?
We've been on the road for half a lifetime
"Hasta La Muerte," we've engraved that into our skin

We stand in room 107, the ceiling white, the floor clean
Art hangs on the walls, two groupies are in the closet
Breiti is celebrating his birthday today, a young man of forty years
As a gift, two crates of champagne and a small bottle of schnapps

How many years can this go on?
How many years, how much time is left for us?
We've been on the road for half a lifetime
"Hasta La Muerte," we've engraved that into our skin

And today is another birthday, we stand in front of Breiti's door
We have two crates with us with organic snacks, Breiti can't handle anything else anymore
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you!

How many years can this go on?
How many years, how much time is left for us?
We've been on the road for half a lifetime
"Hasta La Muerte," we've engraved that into our skin

This is how it will continue
This is how it will continue

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