[Verse 1]
My father has always worked as a bricklayer
He hates people who complain, who stay quiet, optimists
He always has little time for love
And all the other things invented by the communists
His surveyor's degree has been hanging in the attic for twenty years
In a dusty case
And when I was little I too dreamed to have a case
Which said that I was able to do something
He would have liked it if I studied architecture
Or engineering
But I wanted to be a musician
And I spent my evenings playing the guitar
I remember one day he took me aside
He said: "You really don't understand shit about life
Because only to those who get their hands dirty
Shall be granted the privilege of having a clean conscience"

[Chorus]
Yes but I am not like you
What do you know about who I will become
Yes but I am not like you-u-u
Never forget that

[Verse 2]
I was a bit like a Jehovah's witness
My future was often ringing at my door
And I didn't even try to open
Just to become an engineer or an architect
I wanted to make people cry
And nobody gets emotional in front of bricks
Because after all houses are just boxes
Where people take shelter when it's raining outside
And then one day I went to London
To study music at university
And during those years between exams
I thought about dad's words often

[Chorus]
Yes but I am not like you
What do you know about who I will become
Yes but I am not like you-u-u
Never forget that

[Outro]
And now I also have an attic
And a piece of paper in a clean case
And I'm not an architect or an engineer
My father somehow accepted my life
I used to tell him I'm not like you
I am different, I am better
But songs, after all, are just boxes
Where people take shelter when it's raining outside