So Jung Kommen Wir Nie Mehr Zusammen

With snacks and good wine
They meet year in, year out
The Academic Veterans Association
There are still three of them: the Dean, the Doctor, and the Notary
The Pharmacist sadly didn’t make it last year

And they tell each other how it used to be
Well, they were quite the lively bunch
And they never parted in times of trouble or danger
They were a few guys like silk and velvet
And they rammed a lot of bayonets into the enemy's ribs

The resistance nests they bravely blew up
And hung the partisans in the church
They break a crumbly biscuit thoughtfully
And then they sing a song together:

"We're still so spry, so fit and trim.
Comrades, we'll never be young again!"

When they talk about the trench warfare
From a nostalgic perspective
It's easy to weave in a love story too
And the spry Dean reveals to the Notary
How he was once the favorite of the brothel madam

He was just a young punk back then
And she was everywhere so plump and round
At the memory, the drool runs from his toothless mouth
The Notary jokes enviously: "Don’t be so full of it
The madam could roll upright out of the parlor door."

And the Doctor knows of one who served in the army
All crumpled up and was called Mademoiselle Plissée by everyone
"Yeah, the ladies," sighs the Dean, laughing hard
And then they sing again in a trio:

"We're still so spry, so fit and trim,
Comrades, we'll never be young again!"

It was a beautiful time back then
And they’re still always ready
And think: Hopefully, it’ll be time again soon
The Doctor swears to the Dean that they’ll strike again
Then both try to pull the Notary under the table

And then as they part ways
They sing: "Who knows when we’ll meet again."
But the question isn’t so much when, but if, - and if so, who’s with whom?
But the spirit that inspires them lives on beyond them
Because this kind of hero doesn’t die out just yet.