Holiday Time - Hildegard Knef

They came back from the moon today

One of the parachutes didn’t open

Tourists are swarming over the Alps

They shuttle by, buy postcards, lick ice-cream

Sit around the bandstand

Show their suntan

Load their caravan

The dollar is climbing, the dollar is falling

Our furniture has been in storage for over a year now

Where does one belong?

Lazy days, Leo days

August time — not my time

Lazy days, Leo days

August time — not my time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

You go for a walk

Read the papers

Slaughter in Pakistan

Slaughter on the Autobahn

A plane crashed

Politicians are cooling their heels

In Munich there will be a beer festival

They had a bank robbery

Police shot the hostage

Olympic Games next year

Lazy days, Leo days

August time — not my time

Lazy days, Leo days

August time — not my time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

Hate this weary dreary holiday time

There are eight or ten boys standing there

Near the funicular

They’re bored

So bored, they start throwing stones

They aim close to the girls' legs, the girls' head

Eight or ten boys who’ve never seen war

Healthy wealthy jet set babies

Throwing stones on the third morning

Of the Aquarian millennium