when we sit and we talk bout the old days
a glimpse of adoslescent glory enters the room,
but this all seems so far away and I have trouble concentrating,
it s so hard to conclude without the distance,
but fact is:

this is my last night

how we laughed and we drank through the evenings
with a sense of pride cause this is not what everybody does,
and this all seems much too close and I have trouble concentrating,
it s so hard to conclude without excaggerating
but fact is:

this is my last night.

and I hope you had a good time,
still I say: see you next time.
this isn t my place,
I hand over the keys,
and this is my last night,
come and raise your glass,
come and raise your glass,
come and raise your glass ( to me )