Do you see where I am now, at what age?
Strange birds, you know, soar through my dreams.
For I am still too young to think of passing,
And already too old to count the stars.
Do you hear the silence, that sound? Time is passing by,
It's buzzing and threatening us through the night, shivering like a cobra.
Don't you start with serious matters right now,
Come, cuddle up to me and be a good girl...
And then pour me another one, for the scapegoats,
For the jugglers,
Don't worry, I can handle a lot of it.
Pour another one, for those tired welders,
For the proletarians
Tonight it's on the graveyard shift...
Soon the day will dawn, another holiday,
They're all blue like dreams to you,
They're all the same to you,
You rarely wake up at six, only if you have to
When you have to take a trip or an exam...
And then pour me another one, for the scapegoats,
For the jugglers,
Don't worry, I can handle a lot of it.
Pour another one, for those tired welders,
For the proletarians
Tonight it's on the graveyard shift...
Sometimes I too search for the Golden Fleece,
Perhaps I'll dream of smoke, fire and steel.
It's not your fault, really, I love you so much.
Now give me a large goodnight kiss...
And then pour me another one, for the scapegoats,
For the jugglers,
Don't worry, I can handle a lot of it.
Pour another one, for those tired welders,
For the proletarians
Tonight it's on the graveyard shift...