Vier Stunden in der Woche [English translation]

At four o'clock on Sunday afternoon I pick her up

She is already waiting at the door

Her mother rarely looks me in the face

If I ask her, "How are you?"

She just says, "Take care of the little one

And bring it home punctually in the evening. "

And then I take my daughter by the hand

And may be father again

Four hours a week

Four hours hardly count

Four hours have remained

From a big dream

I can not give her much

In this time - after all:

Four hours a week

Does my life make sense

when the weather is nice, we go to the zoo

Or we drive to the lake

When it rains, she sits with cocoa and cake

Mostly with me in the cafe

And I ask her about the school and the friends

But she does not talk to me very much

And I want to know everything about her

So I will not lose her completely

Four hours a week

Four hours hardly count

Four hours have remained

From a big dream

I can not give her much

In this time - after all:

Four hours a week

Does my life make sense

Sometimes I tried to explain it to her

What I never understood myself:

Why people who love each other suddenly do

As if they had never known each other

Then she tells me about her new father

He said he was always there for her

And then I do not know what to say

And just strok her hair

Four hours a week

Four hours hardly count

Four hours have remained

From a big dream

I can not give her much

In this time - after all:

Four hours a week

Does my life make sense

Does my life make sense