"When the sun fades away, Life's stopped itself way, Underneath, which's brighting near, And politeness's getting clear."

The lines, which has written by Till Lindemann, have stucked inside your head. This poetry man, whose skills are incredible, made you fell in love not only in him.

There was one more man, the guitarist one, a really drama person no matter what. You was trying to make him smoke less than how he was smoking before, and your words really made an impressive impact on him, in positive way of course.

For today, Richard lazily sips a cigarette and laughs hoarsely when Till inadvertently rolls his eyes. The three of you are standing on the embankment and enjoying the tides.. Richard kisses you gently on the cheek, in a completely friendly way, and continues to laugh. Till seethes with jealousy at the same second, but gave to you a kiss on another cheek, and looked at Kruspe.

Richard ZK: What was that? Are you jealous or something, sweetheart?

Till mumbled something to himself with a deep sigh.

Till: It's fine, forget about it.