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Gundermann & Seilschaft Text From the wreath of flowers on my hat The white leaves of the years fall The black leaves of anger also fall Mix into my hair My heart leaves my mouth less often Hands hesitantly stretch out Into the street dust for a find I'm slowly loving my walls And I've got no time left 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've got no time left I'm not queuing anymore In the long queues Where you can sell yourself And I've got no time left I'm taking up the glove I'm running for my life and against my resume And I've got no time left To play cops and robbers To show my loyalty to the authorities And cool smoking engines with my blood And turn down another love And I've got no time left I'm not queuing anymore In the long queues Where you can sell yourself And I've got no time left I'm taking up the glove I'm running for my life and against my resume