Mein guter Stern auf allen Wegen [English translation]

The workshop foreman comes up to me shaking his head

Saying “I can’t do anthing more. I’m so sorry.”

I gently stroke your hood and think about our awesome time

You were a lot more to me than just my first car:

My second self and all my pride

I was so in love with your curves

Made of britsh racing green, chrome and noble burl wood

(Refrain)

My bright star on all ways

My great freedom

We both put foot down so many times

Now you’re with the yellow angels*

(and) with you my wild years pass away

We both always scored well in Flensburg

We only paid respect to yellow and red

Your passenger seat got used to ladys

We noticed some coming and leaving

(Refrain)

My bright star on all ways

My great freedom

We both put foot down so many times

Now you’re with the yellow angels*

(and) with you my wild years pass away