Every guy has that fear sometimes,
that he runs out of bullets and gunpowder,
and even the cannon becomes rusty,
and noone will fix that.
Then dark days come,
that ones who should stand don't get up anymore,
when Maxa sings c'est la vie**,
he knows what he is talking about.
Only, maybe only that one
Mrs. Vogelrauch
she can do she knows how,
she keeps a favour with us.
How the years come by,
everything suddenly starts to hurt,
before I wake up in the morning,
it's a night and I'm sleeping again.
Oh Lord give a bone into it,
so it will grow up till thirty years,
an old wolf doesn't howl anymore,
I know best how I feel.
Only, maybe only that one
Mrs. Vogelrauch
she can do she knows how,
she keeps a favour with us.
Every guy has that fear sometimes,
that he runs out of bullets and gunpowder,
and even the cannon becomes rusty,
and noone will fix that.