the three musketeers
Often we’re sad because it passes to fast. We can’t get hold and drift away.
Dear brother, Dear sister
Time is passing by and we grew up.
Often we’re sad because it passes to fast.
We can’t get hold and drift away.
Things are getting difficult and we have to deal with it by ourselves.
Soon we’re leaving school and all the safety that embraced us, the easy life, the carelessness is gone.
Real life starts.
Moving out. Leaving home. Heading to other countries.
The great, big, adventurous world opens its doors.
But still, wherever we are, we remember sitting at the breakfast table, repeating the stories we heard the night before on our cassette recorder.
Reading each other books by strange people from Berlin.
Chasing each other through the house instead of cleaning it.
Singing and dancing in the livingroom to crazy music.
Going out, dancing, drinking and laughing the night away.
What makes life so special are those good old days.
What makes life so special is you.