As I write a paper and listen to Nena

The 1980s were not a good time for politics or fashion (with the exception of the Wall falling, although I was more ambivalent about it then). But the music was great. Not that it made any sense. I mean, what the hell were those ninety-nine lüftbaloons doing in the war zone anyway?

UPDATE: Heard it again. I seems that a couple of spoiled children of some Politburo honcho released them from their dacha. I mean, it looks like a typical adolescent prank, except for the falling nukes. And where do you go to buy red balloons wholesale on the Caspian coast?