A proud indulger(Keiner stirbt allein)

 The official party for funloving indulgers
their perfect seasons and perfect gardens
Big cheesy agreeing parties
Thanks for giving the world beer

North of the alps your ponds shine like your eyes
The plesiosaur chainsaw in your souls blunt yet?
Did they mix your soups and salads with enough
bigos and kisir?

Those alleys are now euphoric
Rules and specifications all left at home
And new abstract social protocol are threaded within your scarves
and so strangle your values

Big groups of hysterical middle aged women and men
blond cheese walking into takeaway stalls and beer shelters
night and autumn close on you simultaneously
Neon signs and festive music, carried away now aren´t you my child

And then your hands go to the bright sky
No one is alone
As I train my rifle on your family
separating husbands and wives

And then your hands go to heaven
as bullets fly through you
More clapping and indulging
die together so....
No one is alone