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I wake up in the middle of the night
of a stomach as empty as my soul
drags my hand down into my overflowing ashtray
and searches in vain for a smokable pimp
before I accidentally pull the crap off the table
the ash quickly sticks to the old beer
spilled on the floor next to the mattress
a couple of police cars drive by at full speed
the sound of their stressing sirens
gnawing at my head
I try to ignore the thoughts
that it's me they're looking for
I've been sleeping with my clothes on again
and in my pocket I find some tablets
the darkness and the hangover make it impossible
to see what kind of crap it is
careless, I swallow it all
with the remains of a rejected beer
running his fingers through my flowing hair
and thinking what a difference it would make
if I never wake up again

English:

I'm being woken up in the middle of the night
By a stomach as empty as my soul
I shove my hand down my overfilled ashtray
And looking in vain for a smokeable cigarette butt
Before I accidentally pull down the shit from the table
The ashes stick onto the old beer
Spilled on the floor next to the mattress
A couple of cop cars are passing by
The sound of their stressful sirens
Gnaws itself into my head
I'm trying to ignore the thoughts
About that it's me they're looking for
I've been sleeping with my clothes on again
And in my pocket I find some pills
The darkness and the hangover make it impossible
To see what kind of shit it is
Without caring I swallow it all
Together with the left-overs of a stale beer
I pull my fingers through my greasy hair
And thinking that what difference it would make
If I never wake up again