Hein looks out onto the street.
There is a department store where the threshing floor used to stand.
And the earth was black from the fire when the thing burned.
Everyone came running .
Because there was finally something going on,
People used to enjoy the little things.
What's that all about!?
All the lights, the jukeboxes.
Everything loud and hectic today.
First a Pils, then a Pils and a Korn.
And the whole story from the beginning.
Oh Hein, oh Hein.
You can't be serious!
Oh Hein, you can't be serious!
Hein has to hit the table today.
He's already seen everything and survived.
All the poverty, the hunger, the need in the war and a half,
When everything falls, the Hein who stands.
And here I lack understanding.
Anyone who knows misery must unlearn how to be happy.
He is loud and bitter, never polite and rarely satisfied.
And an asshole before the Lord.
First a Pils , then a Pils and a Korn.
And the whole story from the beginning.
Oh Hein, oh Hein.
You can't be serious!
Oh Hein, that You can't be serious!
Oh Hein, oh Hein.
You can't be serious!
Oh Hein, you can't be serious!
You can't be serious!