Im Garten von Gettis [English translation]

Sun on the waves

Tonight i slept well

Yachts lie outside

Someone brought cookies

On top of the Dunes, Alberto comes

by bike

With surfboard and jutebag, He flies

almost from the wheel

There are many times in life, which are good in here

I grab my snorkel and jump backwards into the waves.

We hang out on the island from early to late

We dream and dive until the son disappears

We go to home with sand on the shoes, salt on the skin, and wind in the hair

As far as i can stand the first wave

i come back to beach and nobody saw it

We jet out by motorboat to the best places

We dive with nets and landing net under the waves.

The girls are at home and they have already covered the table

We come back from the bay with a huge octopus

The festive table in garden of Gettys

I sit down on the swing and swing into paradies.

We go with sand on the shoes, salt on the skin, and wind in the hair

to home

to home

We go with sand on the shoes, salt on the skin, and wind in the hair

to home

to home