There's been a park yesterday
Now there's a house
Tomorrow the trucks will come
Build the penthouse up there
The city is changing
The greens* said
Each winter new, big things are being planned
The radios play the best
From the last decades
And the worst trash
From today and tomorrow
I'm walking through my district
And I'm feeling foreign
I'm worried about my favorite pub
The bands from your youth
They split up long ago
And the others are making weird electro
I understand that you're angry
Disappointed and frustrated
That you don't know where to put all your anger
Just empty your soul
Just put everything on me
We can talk
Or drink and be quiet
It returns, for sure
And Oasis are not dead
And we find a recipe against growing old
Against growing old
You want the bands from your youth
Let's go out again, at 8 in the morning
Back then we brought the hangover
A beer for breakfast
The clubs are the same
Is the "Schanze"** still in?
Do you think they all are still going to Erika to eat at night?
The bands from your youth
They split up long ago
And the others are making weird electro
I understand that you're angry
Disappointed and frustrated
That you don't know where to put all your anger
Just empty your soul
Just put everything on me
We can talk
Or drink and be quiet
It returns, for sure
And Oasis are not dead
And we find a recipe against growing old
Against growing old
You want the bands from your youth
You want the bands from your youth
You want the bands from your youth
We feel like 20, but only tonight
And this new city, somehow's looking nice
Didn't we use to laugh about guys like us?
Well, fuck it, I'll buy you your next drink