Hör auf, Mädchen [English translation]

Stop doing that, girl, it doesn't make sense,

you are fooling yourself, just take off your hands!

You wouldn't care if beside you there lay

a tin bucket or other objects today!

When your fingers touch me, my skin and my face,

I know you could not tell the difference.

For a couple of days you expect me to be

a cheap substitute. I know you see me

as an interim guy between a lover you lose,

and the next one, to whom you will run if you choose.

But I won't play that role, I strictly refuse,

I know that I def'nitely don't fit in these shoes!

Over and out, on my behalf you can do whatever you choose,

I just won't take this any longer, no!

I'm only sorry for that pitiful guy,

who soon will probably be your next in row!

You need someone who is deaf and blind,

who doesn't recognize your dirty trick,

who pours honey over you and hopes,

that his honey makes you really stick.

Come on, girl, you're foolin yourself if you believe,

since I told you to go, you should now cry and grieve.

You'd just care a damn whether you'd leave or stay,

even if you are looking so mournful today.

I won't offer my shoulder, go find a different place

as a pillow for your wet and blubbery face!

I won't give my shirt any longer, my dear,

to rest your head and to dry your tears,

which never were shed for my sake by you,

you'll find another, it's easy to do!

A shirt with shoulders and arms inside,

as exchangeable as I've been for you all the time.

Over and out, on my behalf you can do whatever you choose,

I just won't take this any longer, no!

I'm only sorry for that pitiful guy,

who soon will probably be your next in row!

You need someone who is deaf and blind,

who doesn't recognize your dirty trick,

who pours honey over you and hopes,

that his honey makes you really stick.

Girl, I won't get you right away off my mind,

And I'm sure that my knees will get weak sometimes,

whenever I meet you, but time's on my side -

Maybe one more year, but then, full of pride,

I'll sit by your house, on a branch of the tree.

I'll read the newspapers, and I'll be feeling so free!

I don't care if you call me or sit up and beg,

I won't even look, just sit with crossed legs.

When you will have finished your show in the end,

with froth on your lips from blowing kiss hands,

I'll descend from my tree in a complete hush,

And make my way home without any rush.

Over and out, on my behalf you can do whatever you choose,

I just won't take this any longer, no!

I'm only sorry for that pitiful guy,

who soon will probably be your next in row!

You need someone who is deaf and blind,

who doesn't recognize your dirty trick,

who pours honey over you and hopes,

that his honey makes you really stick.