The night is short, the goal is far off;
How often you feel thirsty at night!
You go into the kitchen,
But the water here is bitter.
You can't sleep here,
And you don't want to live here.
Good morning, last of the heroes!
Good morning to you and your kind!
Good morning, last of the heroes,
Hello, last of the heroes!
You wanted to be alone, but the feeling soon passed;
You wanted to be alone, but could not be alone.
Your burden is light, but your arm is losing feeling,
And you greet the dawn playing 'The Fool'.
Good morning, last of the heroes!
Good morning to you and your kind!
Good morning, last of the heroes,
Hello, last of the heroes!
In the morning you try to get out of there fast;
The telephone call seems to give the command: "Charge!"
You're going to a place where you don't want to go;
You're going there, but there no-one's waiting for you!
Good morning, last of the heroes!
Good morning to you and your kind!
Good morning, last of the heroes,
Hello, last of the heroes!