I guess I don't want to look in your face Without considering it as fast-fading And always when I get used to such a face I believe to know what it looks like when it's dying I can't wait to get grey and old Bitterness within my soul And all the wasted days and nights I will always keep them in my simple mind When seasons change and when friends move away, When places constantly lose their attraction, That's when I ask myself: How long will it take Until this bloody same old wheel gives up spinning? I can't wait to get grey and old Bitterness within my soul And all the wasted days and nights I will keep every single one in my simple but noble mind