Same old, same old
It rains in the bay after the party
Inside a pot of beautiful dreams
You stayed there the whole summer
Now all the clocks are broken
Window shutters rot closed
Now our bow is turned to
Life, full of winters
The rope is already unleashed
Same old, same old
Rock fell into the sea
And goldfinches are freezing
By the barbecue grill, next to the fire place
There's no one to replace you
And while the southerly keeps getting stronger
Weeds grow around the house
Everything is about to get wild
And we're like an old floating device
Floating without a real goal
Same old, same old
I turn newspaper in vain
What will they tell me from the top of their voice
Everyone says it'll get better
Barbershop is already empty
Time is rolling down the stairs
The smell of misery and longing
And here and there someone plays cards
The gang that's not done yet
To get old when the sea is calm
Same old, same old
Whole lotta songs ended
And the singers are hoarse already
And everyone remembers you for good
Getting old with us all the way to the cane
New tides grew
Anchors broke
Long waves still foaming
And you can hear a donkey in the village
Masts fell into the sea
Same old, same old