The guy keeps driving off in second gear, no, this isn't a truck!
This is my "heilix Blechle", that's on purpose because he knows it hurts me.
And then this nasty one The ability to empty the tank to the bottom!
And it hasn't just happened since yesterday, no, he's been tormenting me like this for over twenty years!
And he thinks of a cornucopia of bad habits every day new ones for me.
But then when I really need it, well?! - Then he outgrows himself:
Like a friendly giant, right here behind the stage
He's standing - PeterA kind of Obelix, nothing can actually happen to you
More can happen - or almost if you have a friend like that.
He tears your newspaper to shreds and when you eat he always takes the biggest piece
And whatever you lend him, give it to him straight away, you won't get it anymore anyway back.
But when I ask today: "Will you pick me up tomorrow at the end of the world?", he says "Yes".
No questions, no long speeches and no doubt, he is simply there .
And the flight is diverted, the luggage is gone and I'm stuck in a traffic jam.
I don't even know where I am or what's going to happen next, I only know one thing for sure:
Even after this Crash landing, like a rock in the surf.
It stands there. . .
And it spills and it crumbles, a trail of food lines its path.
And tablets and diskettes, even a bank note or a receipt.
Items of clothing and junk, a lot of it can no longer be identified.
Yes, the saying goes: "My God, it looks like Peter was here!"
And who always leaves the old coffee filter in and the milk bottle open?
And the cups in the sink, and a tea bag is blocking the overflow!
And it's dripping in my shoe, there's only one
culprit. . .
Sometimes our wives gossip: "You already look like an old married couple."
And there's something to that, because I've never been married to him for as long as I have.
I am the older of the two of us, but I don't care too much about that,
And he easily compensates for the age difference with his body size.
And through ups and through downs, luck and failures, north and south and East and West.
Until we are as old as stone and snow-white, in short, as long as they let us run around freely.
And at the gates of heaven I don't need many words.
It is said, it is It is there . . .

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