Eva, don't you cry, that's not the time
for your girly tears
Broken windows standing in the wind
down the Lovers' street
Poets gambling precious sense of truth
in a game of cards
Empty whiskey bottles S.O.S.
are taking out
Good bye now, I know,
some affairs of mine will never be
I will go, all alone,
life's awaiting me
There, my long time friends will be, for them
I do always sing and play my songs
Say farewell, once again,
we will meet no more
Prose of life kills friendship day by day,
bonds don't last it seems
Television, iPhone, shiny car
top the list of dreams
Hey, my heroes of the rebel years,
you are growing fat
Money got you in its dirty claws
Your lips betray