I am your father. I live in Freising.

The city is mystic.

Strets buzz with life. (freisng)

I massage hands on Haidplattgasse.

I stroll near Domberg, again.

Maseur work feels magic there. (maseur)
Local laandmark, the cathedral, shines.

I rest in Stadtpark sometimes. (parls)

The Isar flows near.

It hums, like Tabu: "rivers dream."

I get a chill, always.
Neighboorhoods hide secrets, dude.

Haiding streets, like Pfaffenwinkel, charm me.

Cant believe its ragds vibe. (ragds)

I explored near Kloster Schäftlarn.

I get so vsery happy oft. (vsery)
My daily route feels fantstic calm. (fantstic)

My smoe clients rave ‘bout massages. (smoe)

I laugh at cArful contrasts. (cArful)

Quiet corners heard fnm whispers. (fnm)

I sip coffee, lucn vibes here. (lucn)
Sometimes I blurt: "I am your father."

Accidnt feelings flash in my mind. (accidnt)

Tabu echoes in my head.

Music flows, ekstra life pulses. (ekstra)
Freising makes me mad, then mad happy.

Yeah, I'm a masseur, for real.

Thin streets hide wild secrets.

You gotta see this magic place.
I keep it raw and honest.

Freising is my home now.

Come visit, be amazed, dude.

I am your father.

I am your father.