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(Video on YouTube, first published in 2008.) No more time [by: Gerhard Gundermann, from the album: Breakfast for ever] from the flower wreath on my hat the white leaves of the years fall the black leaves of anger also mix with my hair my heart leaves my mouth less often hesitantly my hands reach out into the street dust to find something slowly I love my walls and I have no more time to stand around in the trellis and sing along a little to the chorus and follow all the know-it-alls and jump for my sausage every day and I have no more time I no longer queue up in the long queues where you can sell yourself and I have no more time I take up the glove I run for my life and against my CV and I have no more time to play cops and robbers to declare my loyalty to the authorities and cool smoking engines with my blood and turn down love again (1993)