I would really like to be 100 years old, even though I doubt that I will be able to do it with the treatment I will be given. Although, as I just said, I think that I still make a pretty good impression for 38. And that means, we don't want to exaggerate this, I'm not quite 38 yet. So I still have almost two months to go, but I think I can still do it. And that is of great importance to me, because I wrote a song for my 38th anniversary. And then I decided to stand in front of my mirror on this 21st of December and sing a song with the famous title, Happy Birthday to Me. Because a candle is burning on my cake again. Slowly I have to think about how long it has been that there was no fire at all, how old I am now. Well, with the years, birthdays go through my mind. I overslept the first one, that's what they told me. When the first bombs fell, I just came into the world. When it splattered and cracked, everything hated and screamed. And I looked as if I was laughing, happy birthday to me. I still take the chronic, which grew up and developed. I had measles, mumps and rashes, windbugs and diphtheria. But at four I can already see myself in the hand of my mother. After a little milk and after dry potatoes, I stood in line. And then I wished for your toy CD. That was the raisin bomb at the air bridge. And over it I became seven and finally I met her. And a return package from over there, happy birthday to me. I was nine when I got my first long pants. And he said goodbye to panties and pantyhose. At twelve there was a guitar, but I didn't practice very well. Because before then my interest was only in the other gender. Then at sixteen I urgently had to ride a moped without a suit. With a James Dean turtleneck and hairstyle cream in the hair. And then I stuck because of math and chemistry. And several big loves, happy birthday to me. Then at twenty came the serious end of life of joy. As a reminder I still have two ties from the time. But at twenty-four I got the knowledge overnight. Who is happy when he makes the end of life happy? So I decided to go the way of greater resistance. My craft was the notes and my wealth the ideas. The in my head humors and full of hope I sang them. And I found open ears, happy birthday to me. I went with my songs through the country for a year. Some train station, some street I often saw as my house. And the life that I led made me happy and free. But the woman by my side I became a stranger. And we lost ourselves without hate and without anger. Very easily after so many years and I started again from scratch. The dreams that remained in my luggage and I found them. And I learned to love again, happy birthday to me. Thirty-three meanwhile I was amazed that one over thirty back and forth but can trust. Because I saw that I once apart from a gray hair and the scratches on the soul was still the old one. Neither years nor success made me neither good nor tame. At most a gift from her the most beautiful that I ever knew. As big as an Easter bunny and it looked like her. And it had my nose, happy birthday to me. Tomorrow burns on my cake again a candle. You were the famous good-natured fairy and said you had three wishes. The answer would be clear to me. First, a second half-time just like the first one. Second, I would like to see the double number of candles burning. Third, the house should be full of old friends. And from children's arms two grandchildren on each knee. And you as grandmother next to me, happy birthday to me.