Suitable for the start of Carnival in Bern (duration this time, for everyone they flee who want to celebrate, from February 7th to 9th), a song by Bela B., which is on the single «Boy» is included as a B-side. The melody, which could also be from DJ Ötzi and his consorts, and certain text passages are particularly suitable for the carnival season. I've highlighted the best ones to sing along to in red
I wasn't doing well, I wanted to get drunk
Wanted to sink into self-pity
Suddenly this bride came
She annoyed me because she produced terribly
I thought: What a frustrated one
That spoils the mood here
Unbearable, it was really unbearable
So I went to the old woman and got up in front of her
I looked at her and then I said out loudI'm sorry, I'm drunk
I find it hard to be dishonest now
I've sunk too often and way too low
And every word is really meant that way
I'm sorry, I'm drunk
I have neither desire nor reason to lie
Your little life is a lie and drowned
So why don't you bitch shut upThe next day couldn't cheer me up either
I kept drinking at work
That's why I had to go to the boss
There I sat and he looked me sharply in the eye
Said that I'm no good for anything
And my job, I'd be rid of it
Sure, I know I'm the king of all rivets
But I won't let everything be offered to me
So I gave him a push
He got scared and his eyes went wideI'm sorry, I'm drunk
I find it hard to be dishonest now
I've sunk too often and way too low
And every word is really meant that way
I'm sorry, I'm drunk
Right now I'm far too lazy to lie
Your little life is a lie and drowned
So why don't you asshole shut upNow I'm in therapy, I want to prove it to me
I never want to derail again
I'll let go of the alcohol
Because from now on I'll pull myself by the strap
Meet with anonymous
Sorrowful comrades in a quiet water
But on the way there I am run over
A quick death at a young age
My God, does that have to be?
And as I die I hear the driver in the accident cry:OHHHHHHHHH GOD, TAKE ME
I'm sorry, I'm drunk
To deny it, I now lack the courage
I've sunk too often and way too low
And now you're lying here dead in your blood
I'm sorry, I'm drunk
Kölle Alaaf, Helau and Mainz remains Mainz
It’s not my style to drink big
But my life is just like yours
Yes, my life is just like yours
And actually it was never really mine