I take a breath and then I throw myself into a city
Scooter always broken, thank goodness there is a tram
If I squeeze up, I can stay there, at least for a while
Ahead there is a place, I am not able to pass
It is a boxing match
I go down at the center, just in time to look for a bar
There was the sunshine and now it is raining, say me how one can
But it is allright, I almost would like so
And with nobody I would ever change
My years, my years
Only mine, my years
A lot of questions, maybe it is
Because I am growing up
Or mabye because tomorrow I will have a year more
I eat standing up and then I meet with my friends
I return to home, turned on radio, skindivning in bathtub
I would sleep a month, but I can not because
I have promised to go out with you today evening
My years, my years
Only mine, my years
A lot of questions, maybe it is
Because I am growing up
Or mabye because tomorrow I will have a year more
A lot of questions without answers
What I will do when I grow up
Now that for an hour I have a year more
My years, my years
Only mine, my years