Das Wort Zum Sonntag
Die Toten Hosen
The Word for Sunday
Earlier everything was better,
earlier everything was good,
everyone stuck together back then,
the movement still had anger.
Earlier, stop with earlier,
I don't want to hear it anymore.
Because back then it wasn't any different,
I can't be bothered by it all.
I'm not yet 60
and I'm not close to it either.
And only then will I tell
what once was.
As long as Johnny Thunders lives,
I'll remain a punk.
As long as there's something to drink,
our parties will last.
As long as I find two friends,
we'll roam the streets.
As long as the surfers gossip,
I know there's nothing better.
I'm not yet 60
and I'm not close to it either.
And only then will I tell
what once was.
I'll always live loudly,
every day, every year,
and if I'm really different someday,
it's still damn irrelevant today!
No newspaper boy will ever tell us
what's old or brand new.
At most, he'll achieve
as much as a dog peeing on trees.
We set our own end
and no one else in the world.
Understand now rather than never:
It only comes when we want it to!
We're not yet 60
and we're not close to it either.
And only then will we tell
what once was.
We'll always live loudly,
every day, every year,
and if we're really different someday,
it's still damn irrelevant today.
