„It is your Birthday
It is your Birthday
It is your Birthday
It is your Birthday“
Today it can rain, be stormy or it can snow (aha)
Because for the autumn of life a drought is predicted
Fate presents you with a Shingles branch (ahh)
And your ureter a stone about pumpkin size
On top greetings from the Boule-seniors (yeah)
Should i repeat that into your good ear?
Yes, i know, the tooth of time already gnaws on you (yes)
But then you laugh and it sounds as if gas leaks out
And your hair? Smooth as mulch
Just a few more years and you will count as vintage (Jackpot)
Darling, you have, even though you know, that one has to bury treasure sometime
Still shining eyes like a fatty soup (fatty soup)
Come, we go (come, eh) together down the mountains greek
Talk about your youth one more time and the economic boom (ah, ah)
You're roughly 100 or 28, but who cares about a few numbers, hm?
You're as good as new
If one squints his eyes a little
Then one wonder and doesn't know, that your clock's running out
Time passes, until a painting matures
Life draws you true to nature, -eu
Great love never rots
Bless God that we're creatures of habit
There was plenty juicy grass, then hay
Tastes so good, as good as new
Today, today, today it can freeze, rain or hail (ah)
Because with your age in the summer your heart function might fail
Candy Shop, i give presents to unclaimed woman
With raisins or Werthers Originals (yes)
Others like young vegetables, i like crinkly feet
Which i lasciviously touch with my tongue (heh)
Yes, i know (oh), for you I'm still very, very young
But I'm so wild for your strawberry mouth
You're an angel on earth (an angel on earth)
With your wondres body i like to think
about the hanging gardens (hanging gardens)
And i worship every mole
out of which a single hair of twelve centimetres grows (-metres grows)
I don't want fetish sex (ah) and pour caviar into my champaign glas (caviar into the champaign glas)
Because my name in your will is incontestable (yeah)
Like this i live looking at even more experienced semesters
Every day as if it's your last
You're as good as new
If one squints his eyes a little
Then one wonder and doesn't know, that your clock's running out (yes, yes, yes)
Time passes, until a painting matures
Life draws you true to nature (p-peu, la la la)
Great love never rots
Bless God that we're creatures of habit
There was plenty juicy grass, then hay (yeah)
Tastes so good, as good as new
Besides the decay the occasion lets us think
Who lives the longest, doesn't have to present the other one
We take the time, no fear, it's not a race
But who lives the longest, doesn't have to present the other one (one more time, come on)
Besides the decay the occasion lets us think
Who lives the longest, doesn't have to present the other one
We take the time, no fear, it's not a race (the hands)
But who lives the longest, doesn't have to present the other one (woo)
Besides the decay the occasion lets us think
Who lives the longest, doesn't have to present the other one
We take the time, no fear, it's not a race
"At your last birthday i talked to you. Stay as you are
However the wear on your face tells me, my hottest tip
is seemingly not important for you
Small poem."