I was born to start a revolution
it would be my contribution
to a worldwide resurrection
I was born to start a million fires
the joy of mens´ desires
was laid in my hand

But I was born a weak and worried thinker
with an eagerness to know myself
that throws it all away
`Cause all I think of is:

Love
and saturday
and how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man! What if I just don´t gave a damn?
- How wonderful!
But after all the worst can´t be that bad
Oh, man... What if I knew how to say:
- Stop
- No
- Let go?

- Oh, the angelheaded demons-tongue
who thought he knew
why some mirrors crack so easily
- now, he ain´t got a clue
And every now and then
it seems to me it´s come to this
- that promises and prophecies
was all I had to give
`Cause all I can think of is:

Love
and saturday
and how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man! What if I just don´t gave a damn?
- How wonderful!
But after all the worst can´t be that bad
Oh, man... What if I knew how to say:
- Stop
- No
- Let go?

Oh, love...
But after all the worst can´t be that bad
Oh, man...
Seems like a joy surrender