What kind of night is this? I woke up with a headache Pour the coffee into the glass like in slow motion If you do that, you can stay In front of your insecure silence You close the door, it's quiet, I look at you And with you trumpets, violins and choirs Something against the silence Then drum beats on drums and a quiet piano And with you trumpets, violins and choirs Something against the silence Then drum beats on drums and a quiet piano Ey, there should be music everywhere you are And if it's the most beautiful, play it over and over again Ey, there should be music everywhere you are And if it's the most beautiful, play it over and over again The last time at the sea Half an eternity ago Pack my best and the most necessary together Finally out of our home It gets smaller and smaller in the mirror And already there, the salt water kisses the sand And with us trumpets, violins and choirs Something against the silence Then drum beats on drums and a quiet piano And with us trumpets, violins and choirs Something against the silence Then drum beats on drums and a quiet piano Ey, there should be music everywhere you are And if it's the most beautiful, play it over and over again Ey, there should be music wherever you are And if it's the most beautiful, play it over and over again Ey, there should be music Play it over and over again Play it over and over again Ey, there should be music Play it over and over again Play it over and over again Ey, there should be music Ey, there should be music