Nhạc sĩ: Michael Krowas
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Thank you very much.
It is one of these hot summer days
On which there is never a breath of fresh air
On which one seeks to avoid sweat
On which one moves as little as possible
The sun on the streets seems to melt
The sun hurts the eyes
Here in the city it gets too hot for me
I drive around the city
Out to the lake
On the car roof you could fry eggs
And inside it's like the sauna so hot
A few spots get free in front of me
Thank God, I was already sweating
It's important to lie here like this
Head on the arms
10 minutes long
Nothing to think about
Until I own summer
Whether I'm here or in the freestand
The volume is unpleasant for me
Sweating bodies are precious
Besides, my place is uncomfortable
The sea somehow�
gives me the nerves
Quite needily I would rather vivre with her
Rather would I і refuge with her
Get weight easily
alone and I stand up because I'm going to go now I see something that can't be
maybe 20 meters away from me there is a man I hardly believe it close
your eyes and open them again I'm sure it's cold
he will be 75 and he has a winter fur on boots hat and gloves and
scarf that can only stand it except for me no one seems to see him no matter I
hold him in my arms and I ask him and he starts
to
tell me it's suddenly not so warm anymore
he tells about his wife and about summer 89 about this lake and about the hottest day
how she looked at him in amazement and then collapsed in front of his eyes
from 89 that the old one says mine life is useless and empty and what I do also Western
nothing
in the black sea
you see me skin to skin into bed,
Den Sommer gibt's nicht mehr
Ich denke zuerst, der Mann ist verrückt
Doch dann seh ich, dass er weint
Und auf einmal wird mir schrecklich klar
Er hat das ernst gemeint
Ich bin ratlos und denke, was kann ich tun
Muss ich etwa ohne ihm zu helfen gehen
Doch ganz plötzlich, es ist wie im Spuk
Kann ich ihn nirgends mehr sehen
Und ich geh zum Auto und es wird auch schon kühl
Und ich schau noch mal auf den See
Und ich seh, dass er weint
Und da, wo der Alte gestanden hat
Sieht der Boden aus wie Schnee
Der Boden sieht aus wie Schnee
Wie Schnee
Der Boden sieht aus wie Schnee