Late at the Gate (Zu spät am Gate)

I am late
Yes, I am late at the gate
I am late
Yes, I am late at the gate
And the plane is gone
It seems to be my fate

A lot of traffic, it's standing still
And I'll miss my plane, I will
I'm late
Yes, I am late at the gate
Getting crazy, hurry up
I'll miss my date

And when I fin'lly reach the parkhouse
There's no more place for me
I have to take my luggage out and
Then he, who lives, will see
There's no time for the tax-free-shop
I have to hurry, I cannot stop, must
Run, run, run!
Walk, walk, walk!
Fast, fast, fast!

Oh, I am late
Again, again I'm late
Oh, oh, oh
I'll never manage, I know
My plane is gone
And now it starts to snow

Within an hour there's another flight
I buy me something nice
But then the time passes by, oh my
Here comes the next surprise
Oh, oh, oh!

Again I'm late
Again I'm late at the gate
I am late
Yes, I am late at the gate

I am late at the gate
Why is it always my fate?
That's what I hate
Just face my state
I am always too late