Here I was born and walk the streets
I know the faces, every house and every shop.
I must leave. I know every dove by name.
Thumbs out, I´m waiting for a chic woman with a fast car.
The sun is blinding, everything flying by.
And the world behind me slowly getting smaller,
though the world ahead is made for me!
I know she´s waiting, and I'm picking her up.
I have the day on my side and the wind at my back.
A roadside women's choir sings for me!
I lean back and look into the deep blue.
Eyes closed and just walk straight ahead.
And at the end of the road there is a house by the lake
Leaves of the orange tree are lie along the path.
I have 20 kids, my wife is beautiful.
Everyone comes over; I don't need to go out.
I´m looking for a new land
with new streets, unfamiliar faces, no one knows my name!
Everyone wins the game with marked cards.
All is lost. God has a hard left-hook,
I dig up treasures in snow and sand
and women drive me out of my mind. (literally it´s "women make me lose my mind")
Yet, eventually luck catches up with me,
and I come back with both pockets full of gold!
I invite old friends (literally "old birds") and relatives
and we'll cry for joy.
We barbecue, the mamas cook and we drink booze
and party every night for a week.
And the moon shines bright on my house at the lake
leaves of a orange tree lie along the path,
I have 20 kids and my wife is beautiful.
Everyone comes over; I don´t need to go out.
Here I was born. Here I´ll be buried.
I'll have deaf ears, a white beard and sit in the garden.
My 100 grandchildren playing Cricket on the grass.
When I think about it, I can hardly wait...