Yes the night is black
Yes the ground is cold
But we freeze together
Two skeletons rattling to the same beat
You stand outside
I stand outside
From out of the disappointment, the shame
came slowly a feeling of power
They whisper: 'You are timeless' but they mean outdated
An insult that becomes the ultimate compliment
You said you wanted to have stolen black roses beside your grave
A Fleur-de-lis in gold on black by your name
You are life
You are the long miles to Berlin
You are life
You are the long miles to Berlin
They can become something big
They can get the job done
Their task this year
Is to not give a shit about everything we said
We give up at last
We abdicate now
And the decomposition
Begins precisely when we turn 37
Darling I have never been able to teach you anything
At best then I can contribute with a feeling
You smell faintly of wet white roses, old earth
A Fleur-de-lis in gold on black by your name...
You are life
You are the long miles to Berlin
You are life
You are a fight in the car to Paris
You are life
You are the long miles to Berlin
In my life
You were a fight in the car from Paris
You are life
You are the long miles to Berlin