[Intro]
Slowly the day comes to an end and the night begins
In Kärntner Straße, someone is singing “Blowing in the Wind”
Wearing a green jacket, standing there all lost
And the Steffl, looks down at the poor Styrian boy
Who has tried his luck in the big, strange city
Thinks his music will get him on the cover of the Rennbahn-Express
The dream is over, burst like soap bubbles, nothing remains
Other than a few schilling inside his guitar case
[Verse 1]
For weeks I've been standing there, for weeks I've been struggling
I play my fingers sore and even sing “Do kummt die Sunn”
But it's driving me crazy, nobody wants to hear me sing
Slowly I've really had enough, I wonder what I'm doing
The wind blows all day long
Nothing but building sites so nobody can find anything
The Burenwürste are a horror
And you burn yourself out in the coffee house
[Chorus]
I want to go home again, I feel so alone here
I don't need a big world, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld
[Verse 2]
In the newspaper, they wrote
There's a scene, you have to go there
Let them write what they want
I don't care about that scene
I went to the U4 yesterday
A girl starts talking to me
Black lips, green hair
You can get scared, it's really true
[Chorus]
I want to go home again, I feel so alone here
I don't need a big world, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld
[Verse 3]
I'll never play in Vienna again
Vienna doesn't even deserve me
At best I still play in Graz
Sinabelkirchen and Stinatz
I don't need a belt, I don't need a ring
I want to go back behind the Semmering
I just need a bit of money
For the trip to Fürstenfeld
[Chorus]
I want to go home again, I feel so alone here
I don't need a big world, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld
I want to go home again, I feel so alone here
I don't need a big world, I want to go home to Fürstenfeld