When the tower clock warns at ten in the evening
Thirst holds me with an iron hand
When the music pulls me into the tavern
I tell my wife it's going to be late today

Here I am at home, here I am a man
Here men meet, here I start writing
The pockets are empty, but the beer is ordered
Thirst is worse than homesickness
What does the world cost?

Stone drunk
Two per mille above target
On rocking shoes through life
Floating on cloud seven

Stone drunk
Today major and tomorrow minor
On rocking shoes through life
What could be more beautiful?

A wrong word at a late hour
Turns faster and faster
I'm losing my temper, tempers heated
Blood from the nose, the shirt slit open

Outside my name yellow in the snow
Where are the pants, it hardly hurts anymore
Back in the tavern, the bell strikes four
I spent all my money on whiskey and beer

Stone drunk
Three per mille above target
On rocking shoes through life
Floating on cloud seven

Stone drunk
Today major and tomorrow minor
On rocking shoes through life
What could be more beautiful?

Stone drunk
Four per mille above target
On rocking shoes through life
Floating on cloud seven

Stone drunk
Today major and tomorrow minor
On rocking shoes through life
What could be more beautiful?

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