Paroles
The office is buzzing, coffee's in the air, Excel on every screen,
Vacation's knocking at the door, but work rolls on unseen.
"Put this first!" the boss calls out, Zoli's stressed once more,
The phone keeps ringing endlessly, another client at the door.
That's Stalltechnik, like it or not,
Chaos and order all in one spot.
We laugh it off, or just stay still,
Somehow we get through every hill.
The printer's jammed again today, Adri's printing invoices,
Zita's by the coffee machine, fancy coffee in her hand.
"The problem is with 'I think'..." Gábor says with knowing voices,
And suddenly you dont know how to keep up with the demand.
That's Stalltechnik, like it or not,
Chaos and order all in one spot.
We laugh it off, or just stay still,
Somehow we get through every hill.
"It should've been done yesterday!" — that's the motto every day,
Though Gábor never tells you what the magic words might say.
It's Friday, let's be happy now, two days to find some rest,
On Monday we'll be back again, complaining about the Boss's requests.
Everything starts over new, there's no time to lean back here,
Use the task manager well, so Gábor keeps you in the clear.
Even when we're losing it, we laugh hard at every story,
Deadlines, stats, and plans. Work time flies dont worry.
That's Stalltechnik, like it or not,
Chaos and order all in one spot.
We laugh it off, or just stay still,
Somehow we get through every hill.
Friday night we're heading home, but the stories come along,
And if they call again tomorrow, we'll be back where we belong.
That's Stalltechnik, like it or not,
A crazy, funny circus—our own little lot.
And somehow that's exactly why...
We kind of love this crazy ride.