It rains on abandoned cups and plates
and a second little ship sets sail.
I'm sitting on my land and throwing stones,
it rains on the tower and on the clover.
It rains sparks through the cables
and human beings through time.
Where am I supposed to look for you?
Where am I supposed to look for you?
Where the delicate little bubbles go up?
In the moor, where the fen fires are?
At the sky beach on my towel in the warm grass?
Where am I supposed to look for you?
And of course, when I am alone, I lock the door.
And yes, when I drive my bike, I drive with a light.
I miss a few things, but in exchange I
found others. So, do not worry.
And during thunderstorms I don't go bathing.
And during storms I don't swim too far away.
And I avoid oaks and find
the other among the equals.
Where am I supposed to look for you?
Where am I supposed to look for you?
Where the delicate little bubbles go up?
Where the birds disappeared suddenly?
Where the willows bow over the water?
In the wave hollows during windy weather?
Where the forest is the deepest at the steep
near to the southern path to the castle?
At the sky beach on my towel in the warm grass?
Where am I supposed to look for you?
And from my tower I look at the world
It rains tears through my face
Under colourful stripes of clouds
I leave the house
and am outside, when the sky opens up.
Where am I supposed to look?
Where am I supposed to look for you?
Where the delicate little bubbles go up?
In the moor, where the fen fires are?
At the sky beach on my towel in the warm grass?
And who are you going to be when I find you?