Der Rest meines Lebens [English translation]

[Part 1: Kummer]

So slowly you run out of room

I've passed the Club of 27 year olds without noticing

With 180 (kmh) through the city

balancing drunk on the roof

Awake for a week straight, thousand bottles of Schnaps

But then came the first Friday night when one notices

Goes to bed early, in order to salvage something from Saturday

That's how it starts

Just one weekend completely relaxed, easy easy,

and then comes the first Sunday brunch

The first couple's vacation, meant as ironic

Lower middle-class naivete

anti-escalation, pro-agreeableness

it starts completely harmless, with a date night

but ends with discussions about exposure to risk

[Hook: Max Raabe]

Eventually it's too late

to die young

Eventually I'm too old

Too old, to die young

But I made an effort

I really tried

I really tried, believe me

I, I tried

But maybe not good enough

[Part 2: Kummer]

The first couples live outside the city

Because of the children, better area

it's really great, that that works sometimes

We haven't seen each other in forever

The first cook-outs, weddings, class reunions, wine tasting

Lead pouring on New Years, sales receipts instead of plastic bong

The first time seeing Bayern abroad

Then it's not much further to the fan mile

No longer discuss politics, because we'll just fight again

and friends for life become acquaintances from before

[Hook: Max Raabe]

Eventually it's too late

to die too young

Eventually I'm too old

Too old, to die young

But I made an effort

I really tried

I really tried, believe me

I, I tried

But maybe not good enough

[Part 3: Kummer]

and now I'm nearly 30

So what, if the best phase of my life is over already?

Who knows, maybe I'm having a quarter-life crisis

Maybe I'm also just a little bit jealous

Maybe I secretly want a little house in the green

Maybe eventually I'll stop missing the small stages

Maybe I'd like to stop worrying about bullshit

Maybe it won't be such shit, the rest of my life