S.T.S. "Fürstenfeld" lyrics

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Fürstenfeld

Langsam findt der Tag sei End und die Nacht beginntIn der Kärntnerstraßn, da singt aner "Blowin' In The Wind"Hat a grünes Röckerl an, steht da ganz verlor'nUnd der Steffl, der schaut owi, auf den armen Steirerbuam

Der hat woll'n sei Glück probieren in der großen fremden StadtHat glaubt, sei Musik bringt ihn auf's Rennbahnexpress-TitelblattAus der Traum, zerplatzt wie Seifenblasen, nix is blieb'nAls wie a paar Schilling in sein Gitarrenkoffer drin

Wochenlang steh i schon da,Wochenlang plag i mi abI spiel mir die Finger wundUnd sing sogar "Da kummt die Sunn"

Doch es ist zum Narrischwerd'n,Kaner will mi singen hör'nLangsam krieg i wirklich g'nua,I frag mi, was i da tua

Da geht den ganzen Tag der Wind,Nix als Baustellen, dass ka Mensch was find'tDie Burenhäut'ln sind ein GrausUnd im Kaffeehaus brenntst di aus

(Refrain:)I will wieder ham, fühl mi da so allanI brauch ka große Welt, i will ham nach Fürstenfeld

In der Zeitung da habn's g'schrieb'n,Da gibt's a Szene, da musst hinWas die wollen, das sollen sie schrieben,Mir kann die Szene g'stohlen bleib'n

Da geh'i gestern ins U4,Fangt a Dirndl an zum red'n mit mirSchwarze Lippen, grüne Haar,Da kannst ja Angst krieg'n, wirklich wahr

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Niemals spiel i mehr in Wien,Wien hat mi gar net verdientI spiel höchstens no in Graz,Sinalbelkirchen und Stinatz

I brauch kan Gürtel, i brauch kan Ring,I will z'ruck hintern SemmeringI brauch nur das bissel GeldFür die Fahrt nach Fürstenfeld

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Fürstenfeld

After all the day comes to an end and the night beginsSomeone is singing "Blowin' In The Wind" in the Kärntner StreetHe has on a green coat, he's standing there totally forlornAnd St.Stephen's(Cathedral) is watching down onto the poor Styrian boy

He'd like to try his luck in the big foreign cityHe believed that his music would launch him onto the title page of the Rennbahnexpress (newspaper)Now the dream is over, burst like soap bubbles, nothing's leftBeside some Schillings inside his guitar case

I've been already standing here for weeks,I've been struggling here for weeks,I play my guitar 'till my fingers are soreAnd I even sing “Here comes the sun“

But it's enough to drive you mad,No one likes to hear me singI've just about had really enough,I wonder what I'm doing there

The wind's been blowing there the whole day,Only construction sites everywhere, so that no one is able to find anythingBoiled sausages are terribleAnd in the cafe you burn out yourself

(Refrain:)I'd like to go home, I feel so lonely hereI don't need the high society, I'd like to go home to Fürstenfeld

They wrote in the newspaper:There is a scene, you have to go thereShall they write what they like,I don't mind, the scene can go hang

So, yesterday I went to the U4,A lass starts to talk to meBlack lips, green hair,One can really get scared, that's true

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I'll never play in Vienna again,Vienna doesn't deserve meAt best, I'll play in Graz,Sinalbelkirchen and Stinatz

I don't need no belt, I don't need no ring,I'd like to go back behind the SemmeringI just need this little moneyFor the fare to Fürstenfeld

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