Family celebration in the countryside
The years are kept under wraps
The children of your sister are playing on the meadow
Blinding frontages, old time kick the bucket
Fresh lemonade, white tablecloth
Ey, was there something? Oh yes, maybe mind damage
You are hung up on the egomaniacs
Tell about the wardrobe in which you entrenched yourself for years
and about your fear of loss
and about the wounds which still visit you today
It's so broken, so broken
One cannot fix that
So broken, so broken
No tears are streaming
At the family celebration in the countryside
At the family celebration in the countryside
Your father was no father, rather Fata Morgana
pictures of your mother with business partners
Ambulances, blue lights, alcoholic poisoning
With the knife in the hand, the scream in your direction
Then later boarding school and your fear to fail
Your fear to commit yourself, to stay at one place
Your proclivity for esoterism and for piece of mind
Your hatred for everything that loves you
And after the fourth red wine, your sister starts to scream:
You are so broken, so broken
One cannot fix that
So broken, so broken
And the first tears are streaming
On the dirty tables
Welcome back
The old scenes are coming
After the wine, let's go home
From the family celebration in the countryside
From the family celebration in the countryside
And then we're home
There, our daughter is waiting
Good night kiss on the forehead
You feel already a bit better
Your childhood is a hole, we'll go in there again
But for now, get out there, because you're home.