Growing up was never for me,
I fought it all for gain and again.
On the surface I was hard as can be
but underneath I felt the pain.
Somewhere far inside
the child in me is still breathing.
Only then, when that tiny pulse should end,
it’ll be too late.
Too late. Too “spät.”
Lyrics: Peter Maffay and Rolf Zuckowski, as translated by Duncan Townsend
© Universal Music Publishing Group