R¨¹diger stands in the rain and the snow
Collector of autographs
Names upon photographs
Faces of people who everyone knows
R¨¹diger lives in a place on his own
Briefcase and spectacles
Strange and respectable
He knows the meaning of being alone
R¨¹diger works as a clerk in the town
Music or politics
R¨¹diger gets his kicks
He gets information then he comes around
R¨¹diger waits at the hall in berlin
He waits there all night
Security’s tight
They know who he is but they don’t let him in
R¨¹diger waits in the dark by the stair
His fingers are shaking
His feet they are aching
But your name’s in the paper so r¨¹diger’s there