Here I was born, and walk through the streets,
I know the faces, all the houses, and all the shops,
I need to get awayI know every dove here by name.
With my thumb out, I wait for a posh girl with a fast car.
The sun is blinding - everything is flying by
and the world behind me is slowly becoming small.
But the world out there is made for me!
I know it's waiting, and I (come to) pick it up.
The day is on my side, the wind pushes me along
A women's choir on the side of the road sings for me.
I lean back and stare into the deep blue (sky),
close my eyes and just keep going.
And at the end of the street stands a house by the lake.
Orange tree leaves are lying on the road.
I have 20 children my wife is beautiful.
Everyone comes by, and I never need to leave
I am searching for new land with unknown streets,
foreign faces, where no one knows my name.
Everything is won playing games with marked cards
until all is lost: God has a hard left hook.
I grub out treasures from the snow and the sand.
And women take my sanity.
But at some point luck chases me
and I come back with both pockets full of gold.
I invite the old weirdoes, and the relatives,
and everyone is weeping for joy.
We grill, the mums cook, and we get pissed with schnapps.
And celebrate for a week, every night.
And the moon shines brightly on my house by the lake
Orange tree leaves lie on the road.
I have 20 children, and my wife is beautiful.
Everyone comes by, and I never have to leave.
And at the end of the street stands a house by the lake.
Orange tree leaves lie on the road.
I have 20 children my wife is beautiful.
Everyone comes by, and I never need to leave.
Here I was born, and here will I be buried.
I am deaf, my beard is white, and I sit in the garden.
My 100 grandchildren play cricket on the lawn.
When I think of it, I can hardly wait!