At every quarrel with the mother, my first path, led me from home to you.
And you said, “she's alone, you gotta see,
all elapses, come, drink a beer.”
Then you meant, the whole life persists of taking and much more giving.
Whereon, I nicked, that night,
the few thousand schillings, left in your case.
to blow it all at the discotheque, but a few days afterwards, you've asked
me about it.
I've denied, yelled hysterically, your look was sad, then
i cried.
You just said: “C’mon, let it be,
Money can never be, that importantly!”
When you've told from the war, how you stood
eye to eye against the Russian.
one to another, a cig you offered each other,
And the hand was shaking at the trigger, full out of fear.
Or your wife, who has all day been yakking in your ears.
You just said: “I love her much,
I do not always, need to hear all, what she says!”
Grandfather, can't you come down here, for a quick coffee?
Grandfather, I've so much to tell ya, which I just finally understand!
Grandfather, you were my first friend and this I'll never forget, Grandfather.
You weren't superman, never pretended to be,
exactly for that reason, was there somehow a strength.
And thru that way, how you lived your life
have i gotten an idea, how one possibly can cope
Your maxim was: first reason, own an opinion, stand up for it.
Never violence, talk it all over, but have no fear of anyone.