Come Here my dear i like you
Soon the world is a dead star
So one says - and the signs are bad.
One says, the whole glory
Is the end already prophesied
Maybe the pessimists are right.
But us both no one asks
Come here, we are close together
And give us a glass of the best.
One speaks of solar eclipse,
But I certainly know one thing:
The next glass will not be the last one:
More as luck means to me
One says the day is not more far
On which even fresh snow is snowing sour
And only dirt from all the clouds falls
However so long people
Understand from themself like you and i
I still do not see black for our world.
Reigns supreme in the sky too
Come here my dear i love you
The fields of our love are ordered
The next summer is of course coming to us
The swallows want high up
The swallows fly up
One shoots Rockets in the space
And the total Power failure
they say is a question of a short time
If someone asks me wherein
You see the sense of my life
Then i tell him: Even in the sensuality.
So long the Heart gets hope nourishes
stays our life liveable
Even if the Devil spits pitch and sulfur
The eart stays how i know
long time not on the sidetrack
The future is not long the past
The next summer is of course coming to us
The swallows want high up
The swallows fly up
And more as luck means for me
When at night i lay next to you
And listen to your breath
Who says that "Out" is hip
Then he don't asked us two
For us starts every day spring
The next summer is of course coming to us
The swallows want high up
The swallows fly up