You want to know if he's really
doesn't matter where you come from.
If you really want to be sure
if you really want to know that,
you know,
you know,
that you know,
you know,
that you know, you know, you know,
mom and daddy had to whip me.
Can I tell you what I did?
Long time no see,
I'm home once a week,
everyone's taking a short break.
I ate well,
I'm going to bed,
it's not too late,
but it feels weird when the bed doesn't move.
I can't see you because the internet doesn't load,
that's why I stare at the ceiling,
think and think.
Where do I want to go,
where do I come from,
where do I stand?
I love the quiet until it hits me again.
I think of the stage, only people are raving,
buses in colognes, wild parties in the lounge.
I fall asleep in Munich and wake up in Hamburg again,
when kids with posters are already at the fence in the morning.
No matter how often,
I always have to be amazed again.
I'm pretty small, but pretty loud for that.
It's like in a dream, can someone please hit me?
15,000 people and everyone's in a good mood.
Slide is on it,
group photo in front of the crowd,
but no matter which lens,
we can't all get it.
There's good food,
tell me,
do you still eat that?
No, I don't need shrimps, I feed on applause.
I get up,
I wander through the house,
still smells like back then,
it never goes out again.
I'm much younger than the rest of my siblings and to keep up,
it was called for me to run forward.
And since then I've been running,
always uphill,
always uphill.
This head is too small for me,
I have to get out of here,
I have to get out of here.
And so I drive through the night like
an astronaut and I'm welcome everywhere,
I don't feel at home anywhere.
And sometimes I'm really an egoist,
honey,
I'm afraid that at some point at home I'm no longer there.
I think you only survive if you don't forget the way back.
I know I've missed so much,
I'm sorry, I was never really there.
It's not always easy.
I've been on the road for trillions of years,
but I'd like to be alone.
And believe me,
at some point,
at some point I'll be able to.
Hi mom,
long time no see.
Sorry that I write to you as rarely as I can.
I'm on the bus,
it's late,
everything is sleeping,
but I can't close my eyes as long as I'm moving.
And that's why I'm awake some nights all alone,
I'm stuck at the big window and I'm in pain,
babe.
I'd like to write to you,
you know I haven't forgotten you,
but I don't want to wake you up either.
Mom,
do you remember how I had to sit up all the time?
You because I used a different color and
I didn't swallow the fun from school.
I would do it again, every day, every second.
And you were pretty angry,
the glass was embarrassing for you.
And instead of listening to you,
I'd rather insult you.
But then you defended me in front of everyone.
And you know what, mom, that was pretty cool.
And because I have even more such thoughts,
it's slowly time for me to say thank you.
Thank you, mom.
I know you're lying in bed with a stomach ache and
you're bursting your brains with all the questions.
What's the point of always driving through the country?
If it was about money,
I'd chill or take a shampoo bath.
Or wear a suit or drive a Lambo.
Or hunt every bank with hand grenades and tanks.
I'm here, I've been writing all evening.
My thoughts on paper while others sleep.
That's how I get scared in every ambulance.
I should go home again and not wait that long.
Sometimes I'm really an egoist,
baby,
I'm afraid that you won't miss me this world.
You're not dead for a long time if you die.
No, you live until the last one forgets you.
I know I missed so much.
I'm sorry, I was never really there.
It's not always easy.
I'm a trillion times on the road.
But I'd like to be alone.
And believe me,
someday,
someday I'll be able to.
This
is a toast.
We're writing right now.
All glasses up!
See you again!
In the end,
you always regret the things you didn't do.
So let's get going again.
Yo!
Bro,
I'm here.
True.