� 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. � � �