A pebble stone pathway led me to the house
the light fell on English lawn
on a silk carpet i stood in the portal
in front of paintings and valuable vases
then the lord of the house fully proud showed the possession
what you see all belong to my little son
this house, the factory, I do only for him
I live for him, I only have one
while he was telling these with a glass in hand
nobody saw the little, who was in the door frame
when he began to speak, it was suddenly very quiet
because he said: Papa, I do not know if I want it!
I want to build a kite with you
build a kite with you
for such a thing you have never time
I want to build a kite with you
build a kite with you
Because a purchased kite
flies not even half away
The pebble stone pathway leads me to the house today
the parties there faded long ago
the man sitting in front of me is a bit stooped and grizzled
and tells me quietly about his young son
who lives his life somewhere in the city today
everything went very differently
he has written to me, he no longer comes home
i think i'll sell everything
when he was talking so with little hope in eyes
my thoughts turned to the little back
he said very little then, but still so much
with the words: Papa, I do not know if I want it!
I want to build a kite with you
build a kite with you