Music: Thomas GöpfertLyrics: Renus GernNina, how was it this year? Did you drive from here to Corsica again as a hitch-hike girl? Nina, what did you experience there? Is it a Dane or a Swede who is calling you now in your hands? Hey Nina, take your sleeping bag and never come to me again, I love you, but I know one thing, I'm not just your winter quarters. You say the asphalt is your life "The street is your bread, Hey, Nina, then you have to live like this, you're a groupie on the road. Nina, you're standing on the side of the road, with little money and a guitar, you're hitchhiking around from the country Land.Nina, that doesn't matter to me, after all I want to live with you, so I'm giving you a choice now. Finally burn your sleeping bag and never come to me again....