I remember well my ideal
With my dreams I used to live like a king
Seven o'clock in the morning - for me that was night
I didn't want to work, so I roamed around
For this they locked me up (in a "tin")
For this they usually locked me up
I played in the pubs for some beer and bread
While I performed blues, such the day was passing
Only at night the pulse (was) in the club
Jam session 'till the morning - there the blues ruled
That's already over, this atmosphere, this coolness
These wonderful people, they won't come back
They won't come back anymore
But something of these bygone years remained within me
My little intimate musical world
When I remind of this passed time
I know one thing: this was not in vain
I would give a lot to experience this once again
A time machine - that would be a wonder
I still believe - my fate will change
Someone will give them hope again
(literally: put a flower into the barrel (of a gun))
Only at night the pulse (was) in the club
Jam session 'till the morning - there the blues ruled
That's already over, this atmosphere, this coolness
These wonderful people, they won't come back
They won't come back anymore, o!
Only to go to the club at night
Jam session 'till the morning - there the blues ruled
That's already over, this atmosphere, this coolness
These wonderful people, they won't come back
They won't come back anymore, no!