Fürstenfeld [English translation]

Slowly, the day finds its end and the night begins

In the Kärntner street, there sings one "Blowin' In The Wind"

Wearing a green skirtlet, standing there, totally lost

And the Steffl [St.Stephen's(Cathedral)], his look descents, onto the poor Styrian lad

Who liked to try his luck, in the great, foreign city

He thought, his music gets him onto the Rennbahnexpress-cover page

The dream past by, burst like soapy bubbles. Nothing's left,

Besides a few Schilling, in his guitar case, inside

For weeks, I`m already standing here,

for weeks, I´m plodding myself

I play me, my fingers sore

And even sing “Here comes the sun“ (S.T.S. song)

But it is like getting nuts,

No one likes to hear me sing

Slowly, I really had enough,

I ask myself, what am I doing

There, the whole day, the wind is blowing,

Nothing as road works, that no man, can find anything

The Buren sausages are a horror

And in the coffeehouse you burn yourself out

(Refrain:)

I want back home, I feel here so alone

I don't need a big world, I want home to Fürstenfeld

In the newspaper, there they wrote,

There is a scene, you have to go

What they want they shall write,

For me, this scene, can get lost,

There, I went, yesterday, to the U4 (Disco in Vienna),

starts a lass to talk with me

Black lips, green hair,

One can get scared, really true

(Refrain)

Never again, will I play, in Vienna,

Vienna has just not deserved me

At most, I'll play yet in Graz,

Sinalbelkirchen and Stinatz

I need no belt, I need no ring,

I want back behind the Semmering

I need only that little cash

For the fare to Fürstenfeld

(Refrain)