Franziska [English translation]

They say that Franziska is tired to pray

all night long at the window she waits for your sign

how small is her heart, the mountain how high

how much cuts her pain, more than knife, the Spanish knife

You’re an outlaw without the moon, the stars, the fate

You’ll sleep tonight with her rosary hold tightly around your gun

You’re an outlaw without the moon, the stars, the fate

You’ll sleep tonight with her rosary hold tightly around your gun

They say that Franziska is tired to dance

with a man who can’t laugh and who cannot kiss her

all night long you followed her from the oak, from among the branches

behind the bandstand your eyes seemed like two dogs

(You’re a)

Sailor from the woods without the rest, without the songs

without a sea shell to bring nor a net full of illusions

Sailor from the woods without the rest, without the songs

without a sea shell to bring nor a net full of illusions

They say that Franziska is tired to pose

for a man who’s a painter but cannot watch her

Oh thread, thread of my heart, you cross from my eyes to the sea

there’s a secret tear that nobody can draw for me

You’re an outlaw without the moon, the stars, the fate

You’ll sleep tonight with her rosary hold tightly just around your gun

You’re an outlaw without the moon, the stars, the fate

You’ll sleep tonight with her picture hold tightly right beneath your gun

They say that Franziska can’t sing any more

soon, she will see even her last sister as a bride

the other day a man has smile to her across the street

he was certainly a foreigner, not knowing how much it could cost him

Sailor from the woods without the rest, without the songs

without a sea shell to bring nor a net full of illusions

Sailor from the woods without the rest, without the songs

without a sea shell to bring nor a net full of illusions