The beautiful end and now it’s over.

It’s time to go. It’s time to leave it all behind.

Six years ago when we were so young.

The story began. We started to write it on our own.



Joy, laugh, drinking and dance.

No fear to take a chance.

This night may be our last.



It’s getting dark and the memories come back.

It can be hard. But hey, I think we’ve got quite far.

10 years from now will we still remember

the promise we made: We’ll always be the same.



Joy, laugh, drinking and dance.

No fear to take a chance.

This night may be our last.