40 years have come and gone, since we said goodbye
Back when we were young, chasing dreams under the sky
From Bad Bramstedt to Wrist, and the nights in Kellinghusen
Now we're here again, in this place where time's been frozen
Neon lights, we're dancing in the glow
Memories of High Chapparel and Viva's show
Red Line nights, they're running through our veins
Here we are again, nothing feels the same
Back in '84, we were living wild and free
Now it's 40 years, but it still feels like a dream
The music's loud, and the faces feel so right
We're lost in the rhythm, on this neon night
We came from Hitzhusen, Weddelbrook, and more
Faded Polaroids of nights we can't ignore
The echoes of our laughter, they linger in the air
In this reunion glow, we find we still care
Neon lights, they're taking us back home
To nights in Itzehoe, where we used to roam
Clubs we loved, where we lived without regret
And here we are now, we haven't changed yet
Back in '84, we were living wild and free
Now it's 40 years, but it still feels like a dream
The music's loud, and the faces feel so right
We're lost in the rhythm, on this neon night
The years might have flown, but we're still the same inside
We've walked different roads, but our paths now collide
This night is electric, the future and past intertwined
We've made it through, and we're still shining bright
Back in '84, we were living wild and free
Now it's 40 years, but it still feels like a dream
The music's loud, and the faces feel so right
We're lost in the rhythm, on this neon night
So here's to the past, and the future that remains
From Bad Bramstedt to Itzehoe, we're lighting up the flames
This night will fade, but the feeling stays alive
In this neon glow, we'll forever thrive.