Mein Bruder ist ein Maler [English translation]

Sometimes I feel so small

With my big talking

That is blown away in the smallest wind like blue mist

And sometimes like jealousy

Starts to burn inside of me

When I see his pictures, so immortally beautiful

Refrain:

Because my brother is a painter

And a picture from his hand

Can say more than a thousand melodies

Yes, my brother is a painter

I am only a musician

And in some dreams I envy him

The earth is his subject

He rules with his colors

Over seas and countries, over happiness and dreams

A song takes me into its arms for a short while

But rarely it's continual

But a picture doesn't know time, it is true forever

Refrain

When his woman is sad sometimes

He paints orchids for her

And for his crying child he creates a clown that makes it laugh

He paints the dullest things

That's why I cant resist

When his woman tells me what he thinks sometimes:

Refrain

"Yes, my brother is a singer

And a song from his mouth

Says more than somet pictures can say

Yes, my brother is a singer

And his life is so colorful

Sometimes I'd loveto start to sing, too."

Yes, sometimes I'd love to start to paint, too