How beautiful being here with you,
it seems to me like flying.
How beautiful when I land
and you are here.
This life no longer exists,
the world is a bit further over there.
If you hear a thud, don't worry,...
...it's me,
having hit the sky squarely in the face,
it's me,
having fallen from a thought,
it's me,
who was almost no longer hoping
and one day all of a sudden...
...how beautiful being with you,
it seems to me like dreaming.
Even reality seems beautiful to me,
I feel like joking, laughing and thinking
and then, tomorrow, perhaps who knows.
Let's not say anything, let us not be heard
because today I'm happy, one cannot say.
Walk on tiptoe, my love,
since today the sky is ours,
God loaned it to me.
You see it, it's going away,
this day is going away
and it is evening again, what can you do?
I'm left alone with a thought,
the sky has hit me squarely and in the face,
however, if you're not any longer here with me,
tonight I'll dream of you.
How beautiful being with you.