Rio Reiser (9 January 1950 – 20 August 1996), was a German rock musician and singer of rock group Ton Steine Scherben. He was born Ralph Christian Möbius in Berlin and died at the age of 46 in Fresenhagen, Germany. Rio Reiser supported squatting in the early 1970s and later the green political party Die Grünen. After German reunification, he joined the Party of Democratic Socialism.
His father was an engineer for Siemens AG, and the family moved several times because of his father's work; they lived in Berlin, Upper Bavaria, Nuremberg, Mannheim, and Stuttgart. Reiser was never really able to feel at home in any of these places. Many of his friends said, when they were asked in an interview which was broadcast on the TV channel arte in 1998, that he started playing music to create a place where he felt at home.
Reiser was known by his friends as someone who had a very special mind of his own. For example, he managed to persuade his mother Erika Möbius that he was allowed to stop attending school and start an apprenticeship in a studio for photography, which he then quit in order to join a music conservatory and later to follow his two older brothers to Berlin at the early age of 17 in order to put the world's first "Rock Opera" onto stage. His mother supported his musical and artistic ambitions since she had soon realized that he was an autodidact; he never learned things when he was taught by someone else. Thus he taught himself how to play cello, guitar, the piano and other instruments, wrote lyrics and poetry and later also assumed jobs as actor in some movies and TV shows or at the theatre.
Die Welt schaut rauf zu meinem Fenster
mit müden Augen, so staubig und scheu.
Ich bin hier oben auf meiner Wolke
ich seh dich kommen, aber du gehst vorbei.
Doch jetzt tut's nicht mehr weh
nee, jetzt tut's nicht mehr weh.
Und alles bleibt still und kein Sturm komm auf
wenn ich dich seh.
Es ist vorbei, bye bye Junimond.
Es ist vorbei, es ist vorbei,
bye bye.
Zweitausend Stunden hab ich gewartet.
Ich hab sie alle gezählt und verflucht.
Ich hab getrunken, geraucht und gebetet,
hab dich flußauf- und flußabwärts gesucht.
Doch jetzt tut's nicht mehr weh,
nee, jetzt tut's nicht mehr weh.
Und alles bleibt stumm, und kein Sturm kommt auf
wenn ich dich seh.
Es ist vorbei, bye bye Junimond.
Es ist vorbei, es ist vorbei,
bye bye.