RЁ№diger stands in the rain and the snow

Collector of autographs

Names upon photographs

Faces of people who everyone knows

RЁ№diger lives in a place on his own

Briefcase and spectacles

Strange and respectable

He knows the meaning of being alone

RЁ№diger works as a clerk in the town

Music or politics

RЁ№diger gets his kicks

He gets information then he comes around

RЁ№diger waits at the hall in Berlin

He waits there all night

Security's tight

They know who he is but they don't let him in

RЁ№diger waits in the dark by the stair

His fingers are shaking

His feet they are aching

But your name's in the paper so RЁ№diger's there