[Verse 1]
Mr. Haslinger, retired for years
His two children are frighteningly tall and long gone
His wife, she didn't survive the war back then
It's touching how fondly he still talks about her today
Mr. Haslinger, who greets everyone in the stairwell
Who greets everyone so kindly, who secretly waters the sick flowers downstairs in Beserlpark
Who always likes to compliment his fat neighbor
And laughs most at his own harmless little jokes
[Chorus 1]
Yes, everyone who knows him likes him somеhow
This nice, somewhat quirky old man
This nice, somеwhat quirky old man
[Verse 2]
In winter, when the sick flowers have died after all
Then he sits on a bench anyway, despite the snow and wind
Yes, and then he feeds pigeons down in Beserlpark
The animals suffer particularly badly in winter, he says
It's typical Haslinger, yes, yes
And so he lives day in, day out
Between Beserlpark and his fat neighbor
With his summer of flowers and his winter of pigeons
Yes, one more thing, of course Mr. Haslinger also loves children
[Chorus 2]
And so he watches every Saturday when he can
The first-graders at the elementary school
The first-graders at the elementary school
[Verse 3]
There are the rascals with the short lederhosen
With Gugerschecken on their cheeky little noses
There are the girls with the sweet blonde curls
With white shoes, with short black skirts
[Chorus 1]
Yes, and the children also like him somehow
This nice, somewhat quirky old man
This nice, somewhat quirky old man
[Verse 4]
It's night now, the Beserlpark is closed
The pigeons are fed, the flowers are watered
Our Mr. Haslinger is now going to rest
Down by the river, two little white shoes are floating
[Chorus 1]
Yes, everyone who knows him likes him somehow
This nice, somewhat quirky old man
This nice, somewhat quirky old man