My friend’s car is the fastest The girl in the backseat looking for a boy Pushkin is dead but I’m still in love with you
Fairy tales by the fire We’re sleeping cheek to cheek without an aim to kiss The girl has tears but she doesn’t know what for
And I say: Give me a call when we’re back home Cos I’d like to offer my shoulder Maybe some day you’ll find a soldier Who would love you till you both grow older I am not the one for you But I give you the handshake of a friend
She went down to the harbor She laid beside the ships She opened her lips And like the crashing train Her tears became the rain
And she said: Give me a call when we’re back home Cos I need your shoulder, please, give me that shelter Cos there will be no other soldier Who would love me till we both grow older Yes, you are the one for me Can’t you see it, you, son of a bitch?