It starts out well, almost interesting
- Yeah, yeah, but maybe a bit too familiar
We're building up to the bridge, my friend
But it's not coming quite yet
Because we have half a verse left to do
- A repetition, as one usually does
We're building up to the bridge again
And here it comes finally
The tension rises before the point of the song
A really beefy refrain
And it is love and it is winds
It is eyes and they sparkle
And lots of other tired old cliches
Which say everything and
nothing at all
And it is stars and they are burning
It is the world and it disappears
And the title will sit like a punch in the gut
It is a proper schlager
Now it will be difficult to
come up with
- Something new to say, but whatever
This is only transport anyway
Which people will soon forget
Because what is rewarded with 12 points
Is a beefy refrain
And it is love and it is winds
It is eyes and they sparkle
And lots of other tired old cliches
Which say everything and
nothing at all
And it is stars and they are burning
It is the world and it disappears
And the title will sit like a punch in the gut
It is a proper schlager
If you don't want to mess up your chances of winning
You can steal something from ABBA and see the risk disappear
So everyone hold
on to your hats now
Here comes the key-change finally
And it is love and it is winds
It is eyes and they sparkle
And lots of other tired old cliches
Which say everything and
nothing at all
And it is stars and they are burning
It is the world and it disappears
And the title will sit like a punch in the gut
It is a proper schla-a-a-a-ger