(Refrain:)
So he descended into the catacombs
And risked his life totally
One man has to do the job
In order to raise the wet gold
Yeah, some high science
And symphonies and higher spheres
Wouldn't have been created, if the colleagues
Had just always stayed sober
Knee-deep in whisky – up to the navel in vodka
Thus he went through his life
Again and again down – into the underground
In order to raise the special pearls of wisdom
He was like such a martyr
Who dares to go down there for you all
Into the dangerous abysses
With the murderous Whisky bride
In the deep sea of recognition
He swam through the alcohol
In search of the gin of life
In order to get to the bottom of truth
(Refrain)
Madness and genius – he often thought about
What a wonderful couple – especially at the bar
Like made for each other
So he went on binges all the time – studied set theory
And imagines how it would be like with Freud and Bukowski
Without all that alcohol (and other drugs...)
They descended into the catacombs
And risked their lives
'cause they had to do the job
In order to raise the wet gold
Yeah, some high science
And symphonies and higher spheres
Wouldn't have been created, if the colleagues
Had just always stayed sober