Testo Sometimes

sometimes I´m drinking more than I would dolost my direction I don´t know what I knewsometimes I´m thinking that we only were born for destructionand then I know it´s truesometimes I´m running far away from all these empty lost yearssometimes I´m proud about my rootssometimes I´m going to the future I would like to live inbut then I´m sure there is no roomif you would ask me what you could do against your depressionsI´d answer you you have to drinkif you would show me all destructions that are still around usI´d give you glasses made in pinkif you would thank me for the many years we are togetherI would ask:hey who are you?if you would tell me something 'bout the time when I´m a grandpaI´d tak eyou to where the crosses now