Am Windenbergplatz Am Windenbergplatz It will be Christmas again this year. Every five meters a mulled wine stands under the light. And every two glasses visions of future and happiness. A rain makes all kinds of boxes disappear. Whoever still has a home now, returns there. And at the wall a few karaoke singers sing tourists. To bongos, flutes, tambourines and accordion. The old song from the winter that no one was anymore. It will be Christmas again this year. Am Windenbergplatz Let's try to find ourselves somehow. Blinded by childlike faith and candlestick. Let's quickly drink another glass under the blind. Let's not be the one-eyed under the blind. And forgive the year that has just passed. And let's tune in without rehearsals. To bongos, flutes, tambourines and accordion. The old song from the winter that no one was anymore. It will be Christmas again this year. It will be Christmas again this year.