Alkohol English translation
von Herbert Grönemeyer

We've turned night into day again
I have my breakfast at eight in the evening
Thoughts flow as slow as chewing gum
My head weighs like lead, knees move like drum

Slurred vows in red-blue light
Forty proof balancing right
Grey cells in soft explosion
of sunrise and sunset a vision

What's going on, what's happening?
My nerves just got a massaging.

Alcohol is your paramedic in all misery
Alcohol is your parachute and your lifeboat
Alcohol is the tightrope on which you stand
Alcohol, alcohol

While high society dreams of cocaine
And the school toilet smells of grass
The pharmacist does Valium and speed
And when it gets dark, they reach for the glass


What's going on, what's happening?
My nerves just got a massaging.

Alcohol is your paramedic in all misery
Alcohol is your parachute and your lifeboat
Alcohol is the tightrope on which you stand
Alcohol is the ship with which you go down

Alcohol is your paramedic in all misery
Alcohol is your parachute and your lifeboat
Alcohol is the dressing for your salad head
Alcohol, alcohol

Alcohol is your paramedic in all misery
Alcohol is your parachute and your lifeboat
Alcohol is the tightrope on which you stand
Alcohol is the ship with which you go down

Alcohol is your paramedic in all misery
Alcohol is your parachute and your lifeboat
Alcohol is the tightrope on which you stand
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol


Alcohol is your paramedic in all misery
Alcohol is your parachute and your lifeboat
Alcohol is the tightrope on which you stand
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol

Alcohol is your paramedic in all misery
Alcohol is your parachute and your lifeboat
Alcohol is the dressing for your salad head
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol