Wiegenlied für Erwachsene English translation
von Arik Brauer
Wiegenlied für Erwachsene Lyrics Übersetzung
Lullaby For Adults
Sleep, sleep, where does your little dream live,
In the house, in the house, in the house.
Sleep, tonight your little dream goes away,
Moves Out, moves out.
Even if the house is old and rough,
The bulldozer is young and smooth.
Tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning when you awake,
There is a hole in the town.
Sleep, sleep, where does your little dream go,
In the woods, in the woods, in the woods
Sleep, tonight your little dream will have
To disappear soon.
Even if the trees are made of wood, the saw is made of steel.
Tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning when you awake,
The hill is barren.
Sleep, sleep, where does your little dream swim,
In the lake, in the lake, in the lake.
Sleep, tonight your little dream sees there
Much pain, much Pain.
Even if the lake is deep and blue,
The canal is black and long.
Tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning when you awake,
The fish are sick.
Sleep, sleep, where does your little dream fly,
In the wind, in the wind, in the wind.
Sleep tonight your little dream is growing
Blind from grieve.
Because the wind is black from smoke
And the air is grey from dust.
Tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning you sleep as deep
As the dry leaves.
Sleep, sleep, where does your little dream live,
In the house, in the house, in the house.
Sleep, tonight your little dream goes away,
Moves Out, moves out.
Even if the house is old and rough,
The bulldozer is young and smooth.
Tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning when you awake,
There is a hole in the town.
Sleep, sleep, where does your little dream go,
In the woods, in the woods, in the woods
Sleep, tonight your little dream will have
To disappear soon.
Even if the trees are made of wood, the saw is made of steel.
Tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning when you awake,
The hill is barren.
Sleep, sleep, where does your little dream swim,
In the lake, in the lake, in the lake.
Sleep, tonight your little dream sees there
Much pain, much Pain.
Even if the lake is deep and blue,
The canal is black and long.
Tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning when you awake,
The fish are sick.
Sleep, sleep, where does your little dream fly,
In the wind, in the wind, in the wind.
Sleep tonight your little dream is growing
Blind from grieve.
Because the wind is black from smoke
And the air is grey from dust.
Tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning you sleep as deep
As the dry leaves.
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