Fürstenfeld English translation
von S.T.S.

Slowly the day is ending and the night begins
In the Kärtnerstrasse somebody is singing "Blowing in the wind"
He wears a green skirt, stands here quite lost

He wanted to try his luck in the big foreign city
He thought his music will bring him into the newspapers
When the dream burst like soap bubbles, nothing was left behind except a few shillings in his guitar case.

Many weeks I'm standing here
Many weeks I plague myself
I play my fingers to the bone
And even sing "There comes the sun"

But it is to become foolish
Nobody wants to hear me singing
Slowly I really get enough
I ask myself what I'm doing here

Here blows the wind all day long
Nothing but construction sites, so that no one can find anything

And in the coffeeshop you burn yourself out


I want to go home again
I'm feeling lonely here
I don't need a big world
I want to go home to Fürstenfeld

In the newspaper they wrote
there's a scene where you have to go
They should write, what they want
I don't care about that scene

I went to the U4 yesterday
A girl started talking with me
black lips and green hair
You can get scared, really!

I want to go home again
I'm feeling lonely here
I don't need a big world
I want to go home to Fürstenfeld

Never again I play in Vienna
Vienna does not deserve me at all
I play at most in Graz
Sinabelkirchen and Stinatz


I don't need a belt, I dont need a ring
I want to go back behind the Semmering
I just need that little bit of money
for the travel to Fürstenfeld

I want to go home again
I'm feeling lonely here
I don't need a big world
I want to go home to Fürstenfeld
I want to go home again
I'm feeling lonely here
I don't need a big world
I want to go home to Fürstenfeld