I've just opened my eyes, yet I'd gladly close them once again
The blinding light is glaring into my eyes, and my head aches inside and out
This is a war, too - and Monday is the enemy
But I surrender and let it take me. All I want is a beer
I swear, our stairs are the darkest of all
In the postbox, a letter, unknown handwriting
The sender... what the! Am I awake or is this but a dream?
All of a sudden, thousands of long-gone images gleam
Names, faces, places, long Scandinavian nights
The world's frigid, but not rigid
There were names, faces, places
Cramped rooms in cheap hotels
You see, the world gave a day or two, which live on
The seaside pubs, the always-deserted station
The incessantly shivering Hindu chef who drank grog with us
Perhaps he's still listening drunkenly to the blues
And the girl - my God - finally wrote to me again