Текст песни Dieter Meier - Another Day

Another day, another night
Another moon, the sun's too bright
I am sitting in a bar and I look at myself
In a mirror behind the bottles on the shelf
The face I see on this Friday night
Looking at me like after the fight

Sometimes ridiculous, sometimes beat
Sometimes hilarious, falling back on his feet
Sometimes frivolous, sometimes vain
Sometimes laughing, laughing in the rain

Is he a player, is he a ball?
Is he a player on remote control?
Is he on a mission or is it his free will?
Is it his decision?

Is he a player, is he a ball?
Is he a player on remote control?
Is he on a mission or is it his free will?
Is it his decision to stumble up the hill?