Here I was born, and run through the streets,
I know all the houses, the faces, the stores,
I need to get away; every dove I know by name.
With thumbs out, I wait, for a chic girl with a fast car.
The sun is blinding--everything flies by
and the world behind me slowly becomes small.
The world out there is made for me!
I know it's waiting, and I (come to) pick it up.
The day is on my side, the wind pushes me along
A woman's choir on the side of the road sings for me.
I lean back and stare into the deep blue (sky),
close my eyes and just keep going.
And at the end of the street stands a house by the sea.
Orange autumn leaves lay in the road.
I have 20 children; my wife is beautiful.
Everyone comes by, and I never need to leave.
I am searching for a new land with unknown streets,
foreign faces, where no one knows my name.
Everything won playing games with marked cards
until all is lost: but that's just fate.
I unbury treasure from the sea and the sand.
And my thoughts are only of women.
Everywhere, luck follows me
and I come back with both pockets full of gold.
I invite the old women, and the relatives,
and everyone weeps for joy.
We grill, the mothers cook, and we drink schnapps.
And party for a week, every night.
And the moon shines brightly on my house by the sea
Orange autumn leaves lie on the road.
I have 20 children, and my wife is beautiful.
Everyone comes by, and I never have to leave.
I was born here, and here will I be buried.
I am deaf, my beard is white, and I sit in the garden.
My hundred grandchildren play cricket on the lawn.
When I think of it, I can hardly wait!