[Intro]
[A capella]
The spotlight's gone, the clock stops dead,
We drowned in tears, with darkness spread.
Where are the wins? The crazy prize?
This world's a desert for broken souls' sighs!
[Arrangement: A classic 80's disco beat comes in, accompanied by bright, shimmering synthesizer pads and pronounced reverb on the snare drum.]
[Verse 1: The soloist’s voice is bright, clear, and beautiful, yet there is a noticeable sadness in it.]
The shiny gem on a jacket, long gone dim,
My microphone in hand - like a plucked bird limb.
We shouted, "You can win!" We flew up high,
Now empty eyes just see a nighttime sky.
Dieter, help us please, a synth chord lend,
We flew so fast, ahead of "Kaiser" then.
But doors are shut, our pulse is weak and thin,
Now tasting loss, the sadness sinks within.
[Chorus: An explosion of emotions! Bright, colorful classic 80's Eurodisco!]
Oh, my little, little fan, where's that wild cyclone?
You've swapped our frantic drive for tea, alone!
Black scarf and trench coat, no longer shine,
We drift upon a dinghy, in waters so frigid and brine.
(Cheri, cheri lady, weep, we're not on the crest,
Our falsetto flies at night, like a bird, putting it to the test!
Only echoes answer us, in silence deep and wide,
Buy our tracks, no matter price, nowhere left to hide!)
[Verse 2]
Thomas, look so sad, with hair brushed high,
But it's too late, our lovely voices die.
We rocked the clubs with a catchy beat,
Now our hit's an annoying plea, a bitter, bittersweet.
The synthesizer cries, a mournful, low-pitched moan,
And in the subway's passage, a record player's turned to stone.
Who will buy this track? Who hears this desperate plea?
Our past success is fading, to a lonely, gray decree.
[Chorus]
Oh, my little, little fan, where's that wild cyclone?
You've swapped our frantic drive for tea, alone!
Black scarf and trench coat, no longer shine,
We drift upon a dinghy, in waters so frigid and brine.
(Cheri, cheri lady, weep, we're not on the crest,
Our falsetto flies at night, like a bird, putting it to the test!
Only echoes answer us, in silence deep and wide,
Buy our tracks, no matter price, nowhere left to hide!)
[Verse 3]
The record spins again, erasing old, worn grooves,
A picture of pure sadness, the teardrop sadly moves.
We tried our very best, sang of love and night,
But time has flown too quickly, we're banished from the light.
Let the bass drum boom more strongly, the snare drum crack and break,
This is the final line, our last plan we now undertake.
Even if they've all forgotten, that sweet and magic charm,
We'll sing for the emptiness, with open mouths, no alarm!
[Chorus]
Oh, my little, little fan, where's that wild cyclone?
You've swapped our frantic drive for tea, alone!
Black scarf and trench coat, no longer shine,
We drift upon a dinghy, in waters so frigid and brine.
(Cheri, cheri lady, weep, we're not on the crest,
Our falsetto flies at night, like a bird, putting it to the test!
Only echoes answer us, in silence deep and wide,
Buy our tracks, no matter price, nowhere left to hide!)
[Bridge: ad-libs.]
We aimed to conquer the planet with a vibrant sound,
Turns out our disco's boring, nobody can be found...
Where's the flame? Where's the passion? Where's the fanfare and parade?
We've fallen so low, and nobody's to blame for this charade!
[Instrumental Break: A bright, beautiful synthesizer solo, a pulsating bass, and a powerful dance beat!]
[Fimal Chorus: Full Eurodisco power!!! Ad-libs.]
Oh, my little, little fan, where's that wild cyclone?
You've swapped our frantic drive for tea, alone!
Black scarf and trench coat, no longer shine,
We drift upon a dinghy, in waters so frigid and brine!
(Cheri, cheri lady, weep, we're not on the crest,
Our falsetto flies at night, like a bird, putting it to the test!
Only echoes answer us, in silence deep and wide,
Buy our tracks, no matter price, nowhere left to hide!)
[Outro: ad-libs.]
Dust cools on our photos, our colorful comfort fades,
Where our falsetto sang, now only rain cascades.
Above the disco-sun lands, a heavy fog descends -
This is our farewell "Talking", this is where our self-deceiving ends!..
[The synthesizer arpeggios and drum machine gradually fade away, reducing the volume and turning into a distant echo.]
