Every Morning I was warm and became cold.
And the violent noise bit me in my ear.
And I ask myself when will I be old?
And do I have a conscience at all?
I don't want to regret last night anew every morning.
Every morning my stomach complains,
and the mirrow finds me guilty.
And my head asks a thousand questions,
and starts to become impatient.
I don't want to regret last night anew every morning.
I would rather dream of you anew every morning.
Every morning I look out of the window.
Some time I have to get out there too.
And I am at a loss.
I don't want to regret last night anew every morning.
I would rather dream of you anew every morning.