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!