sometimes IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm drinking more than I would do
lost my direction I donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't know what I knew
sometimes IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm thinking that we only were born for destruction
and then I know itÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's true
sometimes IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm running far away from all these empty lost years
sometimes IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm proud about my roots
sometimes IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm going to the future I would like to live in
but then IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm sure there is no room
if you would ask me what you could do against your depressions
IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'd answer you you have to drink
if you would show me all destructions that are still around us
IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'd give you glasses made in pink
if you would thank me for the many years we are together
I would ask:hey who are you?
if you would tell me something 'bout the time when IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm a grandpa
IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'd take you to where the crosses now